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[beanstalk]

[ Failing finding any kind of calendar at the shops— ]

so, the last thing i remember happening here is the "gods" giving us false memories of a false life. maybe a month after that.

how's this shit storm been brewing since? [ Because he has to admit, as much as he's started to loathe Love and Sorrow for playing with his emotions so damn much, he's also curious about the Null Situation™.

Ah, but also before he forgets; ] and anyone have a pick axe? tyki left a tea kettle in my wall.

i think

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[blessedmaiden]

Oh, that must have been such an unplesant lie to live with... I mean, I did have to deal with some awkwardness with my husband after but I didn't have to deal with a broken heart. Well, at least it's all over, mh? [She doesn't seem to catch the awkwardness, at least not from the phone conversation.] That's true. I am certainly not happy to be used as their personal food, I am not even fond of how they call themselves gods but we have to adapt to survive.

That's... good. One less person to worry about. We may place all those who cannot fight in a safer area but.. more people can defend themselves the better.

[beanstalk]

[ Oh, is that what it was, a broken heart? Having had time with Alma when her ghost was draining his life, then those false memories. No wonder he was so utterly bitter before he was sent home. ] We'll see. [ Because no knows what the gods decided to toy with, next. ]

Surviving is easy enough to do. Doing something about it is another thing entirely. [ Which makes him wonder, honestly, if anything can be done about it. ]