001. Text // Kick it right out of frame - does it matter?
You know, this may be a slightly inane question, but since apparently I'm being made to deal with the local social media conspiracy firsthand, this is hardly the stupidest thing I'm going to decide to do. At least, as far as the rest of you lot tend to tell it.
So! While we're all here and blundering our way through this holiday season – does anyone have any idea what the ratio is here for "people remembering reasonably normal lives" set against "people whose past lives were apparently some sort of weird genre-fiction mess"? If you want to describe your particular brand of genre-fiction mess, do feel free, but it's not required.
Asking for a friend, obviously. ♡
So! While we're all here and blundering our way through this holiday season – does anyone have any idea what the ratio is here for "people remembering reasonably normal lives" set against "people whose past lives were apparently some sort of weird genre-fiction mess"? If you want to describe your particular brand of genre-fiction mess, do feel free, but it's not required.
Asking for a friend, obviously. ♡
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[He's more than made his peace with it, but there's no way he can't describe that and not have it sound absolutely baffling.]
Have you remembered any monsters?
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I can safely say that I haven't! Of the "defeat means friendship" sort or otherwise.
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I think the Christmas bird still takes the cake, though.
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So what do you do about the behemoths if they're not here for your message of friendship by way of punching them very hard? I'd imagine that'd have to be at least somewhat an issue?
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[That's... real encouraging.]
I'm firmly convinced that someday I'm going to remember trying to non lethally handle an eldritch horror, so I try not to think about it too much.
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I don't know if I'd say that, so much as I don't see why we're expected to care at all about some worlds that technically aren't even ours anymore.
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Care to elaborate on that? Last I checked, not many people are eager to rally to the defense of the broken worlds.
[Except for that one pissed guy, of course, but that's not the point.]
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It all seems a little pointless, if you ask me.
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If you don't end up questioning yourself, then more power to you.
[You absolute crazy person.]
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Learning from the past is important, don't you think? I think that's what it boils down to for me. Everyone has their own answer, of course.
[It's a half-truth, but he doesn't exactly want to get that deep into it with the flippant heart guy.]
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Perhaps, but I'd think that some lessons go a bit without saying, don't you think?
[like, you know, the ones everyone seems concerned about. like "mass murder is bad."]
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[oh my god i am sorry about cumore's status as a bunch of eels in a suit]
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[It's cool how you get those eels to move in synchronized patterns like that-]
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Although I guess that's a pretty abstract question. It's tough to explain this stuff. It doesn't help that everyone's memories are wildly different. I didn't think much of mine for a few months.
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My memories were bizarre right off the bat, but I never did anything bad enough to have a crisis over. The thing that started to get to me was sort of stupid, actually. I got a handful of memories about combat when all the monsters started showing up. There was an apocalypse outside, and I didn't know a damn thing about anything more than a fistfight, but I could slip into a way more composed mindset like a glove.
[It's probably not going to make sense to this guy, but it's the best way he can think to describe it. The big crazy things are easy to blow off. The smaller, more understandable ones, not so much.]
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No, I believe I follow to some extent; I can't speak much for the sort of experiences I may or may not have had - because bluntly put, I don't know. But there are certainly emotions attached to places and people that I don't recognize; just subtle things, really. But they're present for some inexplicable reason, and the experience in general is something I've accepted is going to happen.