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sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
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WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
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they all hang there in silence, a while, as the not-quite-your-own feelings rise in pitch. what are you doing? standing around right next to the evidence, he could be here any second. ]
1/2
still does not like other people's feelings or voices being put in his head. with a sharp breath, he reaches for Enhance. it's instinct at this point.
fury; it calls to him. a dark pulse, bubbling harmlessly inside a glass cage, tucked away in the shadows, but never out of reach. he could shatter the cage again, if he wanted to. drive those unwelcome thoughts out of his mind. destroy them. it would be so easy.
he reaches for the cage. Crush it. You've done it before. ]
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that's right; he never needed to hold back. after all, there's no point in resisting the inevitable.
except — the shattering is the wrong type.
not a cage, engulfed by pulsing darkness, but a mix of broken glass and cloth and light. a memory. a picture of Traumerei speared through the chest, tears streaming through his mask. of Wangwang in the same state, broken, by the side of his master, united even in death. of emptiness.
he drops the Enhance. the cage remains intact, out of sight.
without looking at the floating sheep, he heads toward the first poster. Force Choke is still there, though. ]
oh my god our thread structure im sorry viewers
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