EB: ...woah.
TT: Hm? Oh, hello John.
EB: uh, hey rose.
TT: Taking a nap, I assume?
EB: yeah. i uh..
EB: wow.
TT: It's not that polite to stare, John. I thought your father raised you better than that.
EB: yeah.
EB: wait, what? i wasn't staring.
TT: I'm sure John.
TT: Don't just stand there, you can walk 'in.'
EB: i don't think you could really call it 'in.'
TT: Well, closer then if you like that better.
EB: ok.
EB: so, wow.
EB: this isn't really a memory, is it?
TT: No, it is.
TT: A memory of a thought. There's more pliability in this realm than you might think. Thoughts, ideas, feelings; all can be brought back here if you c
CA: ro
CA: hey
-- caligulasAquarium [CA] is now an idle troll! --
CA: hey
-- caligulasAquarium [CA] is now an idle troll! --
CA: ro fuckin answwer already
CA: i knoww youre there i can fuckin see you
CA: i need some help with jo he aint fuckin answwering
CA: like evveryone else wwhat the hell
CA: fuckin ridiculous just answwer
TT: I'm a little busy at the moment.
TT: Sorry.
CA: wwonderful too busy to evven givve me half a shit
CA: evven though i can see you right now and all youre fuckin doin is playin with your fuckin cat
TT: Excuse me?
CA: ro stop bein stupid
CA: you knoww i can see you and all
CA: though i guess this wwoul
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ecotBiologist [EB] at 23: 30 --
EB: rose?
TT: Hello John.
EB: oh man, i thought you were going to bed an hour ago.
TT: That was my intention.
TT: Hand held out high with want annexed
TT: To dance with dreams, but I, perplexed
TT: sat as myself; dreams held alone.
TT: A dance yet moved with I, as stone
TT: felt heavy heart as sleep rejects.
EB: ummm...
TT: I'm having trouble falling asleep.
EB: well yeah, duh! you got like, all these words buzzing in your head.
EB: who could sleep with that?
TT: Insomnia always was one of the more potent poisons for inspiration.
TT: Surely my muse co
As a child, my lusus was forceful in teaching. Not because I lacked talent, but instead that I disbelieved. Sea-dwellers are a noble race of trolls. And while I had only seen underwater, my lusus thought it important that I understand the land-dwellers. If only I had listened sooner.
One day, as a very young boy, I left the sea. My disbelief over my lusus' wisdom was too strong; I needed to see with my own eyes what the land-dwellers were like. It didn't take long before I found one. A young girl played in a field of flowers along the coast that I rose up out of. She had sharp teeth and black hair, just as much as anyone else I had ever met
In Defense of John and Rose.
For consideration, what follows is an argument in favor of John and Rose as a couple and an explanation from which this argument flows. This is not to suggest that my like of the couple derives from this analysis or that there was a mechanical process involved in my personal like of John and Rose together. Instead, this analysis provides retrospective rational that is both brandished primarily as a justification after the fact as well as a seed by which the concept of John and Rose together bloomed in my mind. Any page reference will have its number provided at the end of the paragraph or sentence which it involv
Gears. Fucking gears everywhere. It was hard to say what the worst thing about these gears was; that they made it difficult for Dave to get to his second gate or that the constant clink of their meshing teeth served as a reminder. Did John connect to Jade in time? Sure, Dave himself had just barely been able to save Rose. It was some sort of trend; they had all cut it close. But John... No, the thought was pointless to Dave. John had to have connected to Jade in time. The alternative...
Dave slashed through another imp, another obstacle. The imps were almost as bad as those fucking crocodiles at the base of Dave's exit from his first gate. W
The lights inside the asteroid that the trolls called home felt dim. Not the dim normally associated with lights; instead, the lights shined with want of purpose. Although they provided lights for the trolls, such light begged for meaning; a reason to continue when all seemed pointless. A void filled the air. In many ways, sweat relates to a void. A void is an empty space; an existence defined by the state of lacking. While sweat can function to cool off a body, it also carries from the body vital fluids and processed materials. When one sweats, they soon lack something they had before. Their body becomes a void.
It had been a while since Eq
A sickening crack and a numbing jolt followed John as he crashed next to Rose's house. Although cushioned by the chalk sand, the force of John's impact was still tremendous. A plume of sand mushroomed around John for a split second before it, John, and the surrounding sand were blown away from Rose's house. The loud noise accompanying John's crash was humbled instantly. The roar of the crimson jet of flame shooting downward from Rose's second gate deafened John as his ears began to bleed. As would be necessary from this point forward, reference to 'Rose's house' was apt described as 'that crater where it once was.' A slab of concrete once con
EB: ...woah.
TT: Hm? Oh, hello John.
EB: uh, hey rose.
TT: Taking a nap, I assume?
EB: yeah. i uh..
EB: wow.
TT: It's not that polite to stare, John. I thought your father raised you better than that.
EB: yeah.
EB: wait, what? i wasn't staring.
TT: I'm sure John.
TT: Don't just stand there, you can walk 'in.'
EB: i don't think you could really call it 'in.'
TT: Well, closer then if you like that better.
EB: ok.
EB: so, wow.
EB: this isn't really a memory, is it?
TT: No, it is.
TT: A memory of a thought. There's more pliability in this realm than you might think. Thoughts, ideas, feelings; all can be brought back here if you c
CA: ro
CA: hey
-- caligulasAquarium [CA] is now an idle troll! --
CA: hey
-- caligulasAquarium [CA] is now an idle troll! --
CA: ro fuckin answwer already
CA: i knoww youre there i can fuckin see you
CA: i need some help with jo he aint fuckin answwering
CA: like evveryone else wwhat the hell
CA: fuckin ridiculous just answwer
TT: I'm a little busy at the moment.
TT: Sorry.
CA: wwonderful too busy to evven givve me half a shit
CA: evven though i can see you right now and all youre fuckin doin is playin with your fuckin cat
TT: Excuse me?
CA: ro stop bein stupid
CA: you knoww i can see you and all
CA: though i guess this wwoul
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ecotBiologist [EB] at 23: 30 --
EB: rose?
TT: Hello John.
EB: oh man, i thought you were going to bed an hour ago.
TT: That was my intention.
TT: Hand held out high with want annexed
TT: To dance with dreams, but I, perplexed
TT: sat as myself; dreams held alone.
TT: A dance yet moved with I, as stone
TT: felt heavy heart as sleep rejects.
EB: ummm...
TT: I'm having trouble falling asleep.
EB: well yeah, duh! you got like, all these words buzzing in your head.
EB: who could sleep with that?
TT: Insomnia always was one of the more potent poisons for inspiration.
TT: Surely my muse co
As a child, my lusus was forceful in teaching. Not because I lacked talent, but instead that I disbelieved. Sea-dwellers are a noble race of trolls. And while I had only seen underwater, my lusus thought it important that I understand the land-dwellers. If only I had listened sooner.
One day, as a very young boy, I left the sea. My disbelief over my lusus' wisdom was too strong; I needed to see with my own eyes what the land-dwellers were like. It didn't take long before I found one. A young girl played in a field of flowers along the coast that I rose up out of. She had sharp teeth and black hair, just as much as anyone else I had ever met
In Defense of John and Rose.
For consideration, what follows is an argument in favor of John and Rose as a couple and an explanation from which this argument flows. This is not to suggest that my like of the couple derives from this analysis or that there was a mechanical process involved in my personal like of John and Rose together. Instead, this analysis provides retrospective rational that is both brandished primarily as a justification after the fact as well as a seed by which the concept of John and Rose together bloomed in my mind. Any page reference will have its number provided at the end of the paragraph or sentence which it involv
Gears. Fucking gears everywhere. It was hard to say what the worst thing about these gears was; that they made it difficult for Dave to get to his second gate or that the constant clink of their meshing teeth served as a reminder. Did John connect to Jade in time? Sure, Dave himself had just barely been able to save Rose. It was some sort of trend; they had all cut it close. But John... No, the thought was pointless to Dave. John had to have connected to Jade in time. The alternative...
Dave slashed through another imp, another obstacle. The imps were almost as bad as those fucking crocodiles at the base of Dave's exit from his first gate. W
The lights inside the asteroid that the trolls called home felt dim. Not the dim normally associated with lights; instead, the lights shined with want of purpose. Although they provided lights for the trolls, such light begged for meaning; a reason to continue when all seemed pointless. A void filled the air. In many ways, sweat relates to a void. A void is an empty space; an existence defined by the state of lacking. While sweat can function to cool off a body, it also carries from the body vital fluids and processed materials. When one sweats, they soon lack something they had before. Their body becomes a void.
It had been a while since Eq
A sickening crack and a numbing jolt followed John as he crashed next to Rose's house. Although cushioned by the chalk sand, the force of John's impact was still tremendous. A plume of sand mushroomed around John for a split second before it, John, and the surrounding sand were blown away from Rose's house. The loud noise accompanying John's crash was humbled instantly. The roar of the crimson jet of flame shooting downward from Rose's second gate deafened John as his ears began to bleed. As would be necessary from this point forward, reference to 'Rose's house' was apt described as 'that crater where it once was.' A slab of concrete once con