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bornstrong posting in

I--I don't understand.

I've committed to dying for the Achaeans. I will gladly do so.

Why, then, do you insist on bringing me to some "game"? I don't do well with games; I never did.

soulcollects posting in

dear_player

For what purpose have I been summoned? It is not yet All Hallows' Eve.

....Though it is true that we can sense many lost souls around here — perhaps damned to wallow in their own despair, belonging to nowhere and no-one.

Is that it? Do you think we might help them find reprieve?

[ A pause, and he tilts his head lightly to the side as though listening to something before speaking again, knuckles taut within the skin of his gloves as he grasps the handle of his cane tightly, suddenly tense. The man draws in a slow, steadying breath. ]

....It wonders about the rules to this realm. It can tell that things are different. [ ... ] It lusts for more than one soul to claim. Do you now see why it is a danger for me to be conjured forth, here? I do not wish to harm the innocents of this realm. This.... "Dreamwidth."

hairyone posting in

dear_player

Oi!

[ there’s a decidedly unimpressed scowl set firmly upon her brow, arms crossed and skinny hip cocked - all sharp angles and pointy edges. prickly and snarling and annoyed; perhaps a front to hide the discomfort of nerves simmering in her gut. ]

As much as I enjoy the thrilling adventure of being plucked from home and put in this… quasi-Globalsoftian database or whatever all this is. [ it rears up again : the chill of fear trickling down the back of her neck. she squashes it with a toss of her head and gnash of teeth.] Are you actually planning to do something with me or is this all a passing lark in the virtual bloody park?

[ a stomp of a booted foot to make her point. a beat passes. her arms unfold so her fingers can fiddle with the hem of her skirt.]

I don’t like to leave Gaz alone for too long. The boy is useless without me.

deathbeforedishonor posting in

dear_player

[Sitting impossibly still with his eyes closed, earbuds in, Goemon has all the appearance of someone who hasn't noticed the mundane swing by. Of course, this is never the case. He raises a hand after a moment, plucking out an earbud. A walkman is tucked into his dogi. Who knows what else he's got in there - plenty of room for a secret stash of snacks, if he really wanted.]

Mundane-san. You have not reviewed this canon in years. [Something like fifteen, I think, l-lol.] If you are serious, then you must commit. A strong future cannot be built on a weak foundation.

[Ah, it's not that serious, Goemon.]

You sound like Lupin.

[I choose to take that as a compliment, lol. What if I just want to have a little fun? Like, say, this dear_player post, maaaaybe a meme, and that's it? Wouldn't you want to stretch your legs a bit?]

When what you do involves another person, you must take responsibility. The consequences do not end with you.

[Damn. I get it, but I mean, you sound like I'm going to toss you into a smut meme, or something.]

Smut...?

[Clearly not a word he has encountered in his Duolingo lessons.

Don't worry about it, Goemon.]

gatesofstabylon posting in

dear_player

( Cut for END ending spoilers )

𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐒

ONLY THAT WE HAVE BEEN SUMMONED —

Reading

muse is...confused. [canon is Iphigenia at Aulis, by Euripides.]

canon is American Horror Story: Freak Show, ft. the most obscure character choice in existence

fallen back into a dystopian rock’n’roll rabbit hole (canon is we will rock you)

rewatched a couple of red jacket episodes on a whim

Mun got a very specific ending.