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( text; dated April 21, mid-afternoon )
-- CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board APOCALYPTIC FUCKTOWN THE SEQUEL: RETURN OF COURIER FONT VISUAL ASSAULT --
HELLO AGAIN, DISCEDO.
YOU KNOW
THIS IS GENERALLY THE PART WHERE I WOULD START RANTING ABOUT THE INJUSTICE OF THIS WORLD AND EVERY UNIVERSE THAT ORBITS THE GREEN SUN.
(AKA ALL OF THEM.)
THIS IS THE PART THAT SHOULD BE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN INCOHERENT RAGE, A PANIC ATTACK, AND AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS.
BUT NO.
ANY ATTEMPT AT GENUINELY SERIOUS, HEARTFELT DISCUSSION ABOUT MY RETURN WAS KILLED THE MOMENT THE SCIENTISTS DECIDED TO DROP ME INTO FLOODWATERS THAT SHARE THE SAME CONSISTENCY AND SMELL AS HELL'S DIARRHEA.
I AM CURRENTLY TYPING THIS FROM THE S.S. MURPHY'S LAW.
IT'S ACTUALLY JUST A FUCKING PLASTIC BIN BECAUSE, APPARENTLY, IT'S TOO MUCH FUCKING EFFORT TO PUT ME ON DRY LAND OR ACTUALLY FASHION ME A REAL BOAT.
SINCE I'M SUCH A DRAIN ON PRECIOUS RESOURCES, ONE HAS TO WONDER WHY IN ALL THE FUCKS THAT WERE EVER GIVEN THAT I'VE BEEN BROUGHT BACK TO THIS UNIVERSE.
SERIOUSLY.
THIS IS THE MOST ABSURD, TIME-WASTING EVENT THAT COULD HAPPEN.
I SAY THIS AS SOMEONE WHO IS CURRENTLY TRAPPED FOR AN UNFATHOMABLE AMOUNT OF TIME ON AN ACTUAL SHIP AS IT TRAVELS THROUGH MONOTONOUS EXPANSES OF NOTHINGNESS
WHICH IS OCCASIONALLY INTERRUPTED BY POCKETS OF THE AFTERLIFE.
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
SHIT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH BACK IN MY OWN UNIVERSE.
NOPE.
THE ONLY BENEFIT TO ARRIVING IN A FLOODED, DEAD WASTELAND IS THAT I HAVE LITTLE TO NO CHANCE OF ENCOUNTERING A DEAD VERSION OF MYSELF FROM ANOTHER TIME LINE.
GODDAMN IT NOW I'M ACTUALLY MEASURING THE WORTH OF THIS UNIVERSE AND SERIOUSLY CONTEMPLATING WHETHER OR NOT THIS IS A WELCOME BREAK.
BACKTRACKING.
RETURNING TO FURY IN 3... 2...
I AM PADDLING MY WAY UP SHIT CREEK WITH A FUCKING SIGN THAT READS "GOOD FRIENDS GATHER HERE."
THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AMOUNTS OF IRONY RIGHT HERE.
SO MUCH IRONY THAT THE CAPED CRUSADER'S THINK PAN WOULD EXPLODE.
LUCKILY I'VE MANAGED TO PLUG A HOLE IN MY VESSEL WITH THE MOST STUPIDLY REMARKABLE PRODUCT EVER CONCEIVED.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT "TAMPONS" ARE
BUT THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE LIMITLESS APPLICATIONS.
AND APPLICATORS, WHATEVER THE FUCK DIFFERENCE THAT MAKES????
DON'T CARE.
FIRST THING'S FIRST:
ERI POTTER
JAPAN THE SANDWICH FACTORY
BENFROMLOST
THE NON-LETHAL JACK
BIRDSEED
WINCHESTERS 1 AND 2
WHOEVER THE FUCK I USED TO INTERACT WITH ON A REGULAR BASIS
(NO OFFENSE IT'S JUST BEEN A WHILE AND SO MUCH SHIT HAS GONE DOWN BETWEEN THEN AN NOW MY MEMORIES ARE MOSTLY FILLED WITH MURDER AND HORROR)
WHO'S STILL HERE, AND WHO CAN TOW ME TO MY OLD HIVE.
I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS IN ALL THE WORLDS, IF THAT PLACE IS FLOODED/OCCUPIED/STILL OCCUPIED BY THE OPOSSUM DEMON, I WILL FLIP SO MUCH SHIT THAT YOU'LL HAVE TO BUILD A WHOLE NEW SEWAGE PLANT TO PROCESS ALL OF IT.
HELLO AGAIN, DISCEDO.
YOU KNOW
THIS IS GENERALLY THE PART WHERE I WOULD START RANTING ABOUT THE INJUSTICE OF THIS WORLD AND EVERY UNIVERSE THAT ORBITS THE GREEN SUN.
(AKA ALL OF THEM.)
THIS IS THE PART THAT SHOULD BE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN INCOHERENT RAGE, A PANIC ATTACK, AND AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS.
BUT NO.
ANY ATTEMPT AT GENUINELY SERIOUS, HEARTFELT DISCUSSION ABOUT MY RETURN WAS KILLED THE MOMENT THE SCIENTISTS DECIDED TO DROP ME INTO FLOODWATERS THAT SHARE THE SAME CONSISTENCY AND SMELL AS HELL'S DIARRHEA.
I AM CURRENTLY TYPING THIS FROM THE S.S. MURPHY'S LAW.
IT'S ACTUALLY JUST A FUCKING PLASTIC BIN BECAUSE, APPARENTLY, IT'S TOO MUCH FUCKING EFFORT TO PUT ME ON DRY LAND OR ACTUALLY FASHION ME A REAL BOAT.
SINCE I'M SUCH A DRAIN ON PRECIOUS RESOURCES, ONE HAS TO WONDER WHY IN ALL THE FUCKS THAT WERE EVER GIVEN THAT I'VE BEEN BROUGHT BACK TO THIS UNIVERSE.
SERIOUSLY.
THIS IS THE MOST ABSURD, TIME-WASTING EVENT THAT COULD HAPPEN.
I SAY THIS AS SOMEONE WHO IS CURRENTLY TRAPPED FOR AN UNFATHOMABLE AMOUNT OF TIME ON AN ACTUAL SHIP AS IT TRAVELS THROUGH MONOTONOUS EXPANSES OF NOTHINGNESS
WHICH IS OCCASIONALLY INTERRUPTED BY POCKETS OF THE AFTERLIFE.
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
SHIT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH BACK IN MY OWN UNIVERSE.
NOPE.
THE ONLY BENEFIT TO ARRIVING IN A FLOODED, DEAD WASTELAND IS THAT I HAVE LITTLE TO NO CHANCE OF ENCOUNTERING A DEAD VERSION OF MYSELF FROM ANOTHER TIME LINE.
GODDAMN IT NOW I'M ACTUALLY MEASURING THE WORTH OF THIS UNIVERSE AND SERIOUSLY CONTEMPLATING WHETHER OR NOT THIS IS A WELCOME BREAK.
BACKTRACKING.
RETURNING TO FURY IN 3... 2...
I AM PADDLING MY WAY UP SHIT CREEK WITH A FUCKING SIGN THAT READS "GOOD FRIENDS GATHER HERE."
THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AMOUNTS OF IRONY RIGHT HERE.
SO MUCH IRONY THAT THE CAPED CRUSADER'S THINK PAN WOULD EXPLODE.
LUCKILY I'VE MANAGED TO PLUG A HOLE IN MY VESSEL WITH THE MOST STUPIDLY REMARKABLE PRODUCT EVER CONCEIVED.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT "TAMPONS" ARE
BUT THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE LIMITLESS APPLICATIONS.
AND APPLICATORS, WHATEVER THE FUCK DIFFERENCE THAT MAKES????
DON'T CARE.
FIRST THING'S FIRST:
ERI POTTER
JAPAN THE SANDWICH FACTORY
BENFROMLOST
THE NON-LETHAL JACK
BIRDSEED
WINCHESTERS 1 AND 2
WHOEVER THE FUCK I USED TO INTERACT WITH ON A REGULAR BASIS
(NO OFFENSE IT'S JUST BEEN A WHILE AND SO MUCH SHIT HAS GONE DOWN BETWEEN THEN AN NOW MY MEMORIES ARE MOSTLY FILLED WITH MURDER AND HORROR)
WHO'S STILL HERE, AND WHO CAN TOW ME TO MY OLD HIVE.
I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS IN ALL THE WORLDS, IF THAT PLACE IS FLOODED/OCCUPIED/STILL OCCUPIED BY THE OPOSSUM DEMON, I WILL FLIP SO MUCH SHIT THAT YOU'LL HAVE TO BUILD A WHOLE NEW SEWAGE PLANT TO PROCESS ALL OF IT.
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YEAH.
AS MUCH AS HE ALWAYS TALKED ABOUT GENOCIDE, I DON'T THINK THAT'S WHAT SENT HIM OVER THE EDGE.
IT WAS NIHILISM.
THE FUCKING HOPELESSNESS OF OUR SITUATION.
OR THE PERCEIVED HOPELESSNESS, ANYWAY
NOT THAT MATTERS HAVE MUCH IMPROVED.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK A NAKAMA IS OR ANY OF THAT JAPAN-SOUNDING BULLSHIT, SO I CAN'T REALLY SAY MUCH ON THAT.
JUST THAT AS FURIOUS AS I WAS WITH HIM AT THE TIME, I CAN'T REALLY BRING MYSELF TO REALLY HATE HIM ANYMORE.
AND I DON'T KNOW.
IT DEPENDS.
WHICH ERIDAN ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?
BECAUSE I'VE COME ACROSS MORE THAN A FEW DEAD ERIDANS ON MY JOURNEY
ALL FROM DIFFERENT TIME LINES AND SHIT.
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METHOD OF MURDER AND HOW MUCH THEY DESERVED IT VARIED.
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THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS THAT ARE "SUPPOSED" TO HAPPEN.
THOSE DICTATE THE ALPHA TIME LINE.
THEN THERE ARE OTHER PATHS THAT ARE OFFSHOOTS OF THE MAIN TIME LINE
BUT THOSE ARE CALLED "DOOMED" TIME LINES.
YOU CAN ONLY GUESS WHAT THAT IMPLIES.
UNFORTUNATELY, IT LOOKS LIKE THEIR DEATHS WERE ALL NECESSARY FOR TIME TO PROGRESS AS IT "SHOULD"
SUPPOSEDLY FOR THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME.
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Maybe they'll show up here then, eh?
But I'm glad you're still alive.
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I'D STILL SEE THEM IN THE DREAM BUBBLES.
BEFORE YOU ASK, IT'S THE AFTERLIFE.
AND NO I DON'T REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW.
YEAH.
WELL.
GUESS I AM TOO.
[ but being alive and having contact with the dead always brings on an existential crisis that he doesn't really want to think about atm ]
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On a better note, anything I can do to cheer you up?
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I MEAN
THANKS FOR THE SENTIMENT
BUT EVEN WITHOUT ALL THE BULLSHIT IN MY LIFE, I'M STILL VIRTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO REACH ANYTHING CLOSE TO "CHEER."
THE CLOSEST I CAN COME IS "UNCONSCIOUS."
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Slightly more comfortable?