Does it seem familiar?
Waking up in a world with 13 other players, thinking nothing of them, at first. Running around alone, untied, unfettered, until a single choice binds you to a single person. but you now run around knowing how it ends, knowing of the inevitable red that will spread and then spill, knowing that now and more because of the ticking clock within your chest. but you now wake knowing that one of the players, the very one you would think of, is missing; and now you bind yourself because of an offer, rather than a debt.
Taking up the role of protector. Bodyguard. Hand. Different words acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; a meaning you never thought you’d apply to yourself, now worn with pride twice. but now you’re the one with less time on the the clock. but now the person you protect is in danger because of how much life he has, not how little.
Does it seem familiar?
In just a few hours, chaos unfolding. Lives being lost; friends being hunted; and, when everything reaches its lowest point, the person you pledged your life to protect asking you to do the impossible. but this time it’s a resort, not a request. but this time it’s to give to you, not than to take from others. but this time it’s to bring peace rather than wage war.
...Does it seem familiar?
(And it’s the sea, not the land. A resort rather than a fortress, a duo rather than an army, a show from the 90s rather than a medieval war. But these are just different guises acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; of the same actions, repeating over and over again.
And yet-
To offer, not to pay. To protect purely from compassion, not with necessity. To give, not take. For peace.
...These events, you think, are like a shard of glass tossed into the sea. The essence is there and will always be, but the sharp edges are dulled by time and saltwater. They become softer. Smoother. Their core remains, and yet the harshness is lost to days the gone by.)
(Except there’s something else. Time may dull rough edges, but time is not the only force acting here. Just as sharp shards can be smoothed, smooth stones can be sharpened.
After every winter, there comes a spring.
The thrill to kill the fleeting gill.
Always remember: the world is not kind. And if it is, it’s not very interesting to Watch.)
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Or, in other words:
A single day/And then it’s gone
Doomed to repeat/Our will be done.
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this guy keeps asking me about how organizing is going and i keep saying, like, i have been really busy and exhausted dealing with other things at the moment, and i don't think we will be able to unionize at all if it is literally just me doing any organizing & i got written up recently for something minor which im scared could be used as a fake reason to fire me if the museum catches wind of what im up to. and i need other people's help. and he keeps going ok cool well hope u find someone, bc I really need xyz addressed.
which is frustrating bc yeah im not getting anyone to agree to help w the actual organizing part even though it seems like everyone I've talked to wants a union, but this guy specifically is like. real surprised and disappointed that im not Doing More while making it clear he's not gonna do fuck all himself.
and he just dmed me an article about another local museum unionizing and as much as I'm happy for that museum the fact that he sent it makes me want to scream
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all worries aside… this is the funniest thing i read today
> #& i was??? until i realised they'd been calling me by my deadname #which i simply do not respond to because i forget it legally means me #so yeah no wonder i was 😐😐 at them
me, alone on my trolley in a dark room with extra blankets piled on top of me to try and stabilise my temp, looking like that cat who fell asleep under the weighted blanket:
🤔🤔 who is this person they all keep coming in here to check on?
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