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[danseur]

[ he's been here so long just trying to survive out this weird goddamn fever dream that it's actually about to drive him crazy. ]

things i would give my left kidney for:

• koolaid
• an actual not-stupid microwave
• (& microwave popcorn)
• a not bullshit moon cycle?????
+ feel free to add your own



anyway does anyone need a roommate because ive gotta be honest here, shits gettin pretty lonely

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[danseur]

yeah well i get it i guess. i miss my mom too.

maybe theyre off drinking mimosas or something on a beach.

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[unitas]

No, my dad is somewhere between fog and reality, waiting for me to open the door. But maybe your mom is off with the mimosas.

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[danseur]

ok, uh, that got depressing. but ur gonna get that door open eventually, right?

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[unitas]

Sorry. It shouldn't depress you, I'll get him out. I've already saved his life, so I think he should be fine in the fog a little while longer.

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[danseur]

i mean this isn't some sort of weird metaphor or somthing i'm missing right? like he's literally trapped in fog

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[unitas]

If we want to get technical, the fog is just the word I use to describe the current reality he's in. I mean, there is fog there, and ash, and monsters. It's not a nice place but slightly better than here, actually.

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[danseur]

so like uh... worse... monsters?? bc im not seeing a super huge difference right off the bat honestly

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[unitas]

You can leave the fog. You can't leave here. Not to mention, no local deities vying for your emotions for power.

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[danseur]

ok i take it back. those are some pretty important differences.


its morgan btw.

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[unitas]

Sharon da Silva, resident anarchist and painter.

Do you need help understanding your microwave, Morgan? The technology takes some time to get used to.