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Privatelog (cripesalmighty)
>"Virtual" not quite right.
>Layered abstraction, lower layer SEEMS mere virtual data to higher layer.
>Can discuss how this works in... Our present, your potential future.
>Next question: Cripes body is still here, and it is also in past with you.
>How?

Exa (Past)
>Five years. Five years before the apocalypse is scheduled to happen.
>Well, might happen. Branching timelines are funny that way.

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CripesChat
>Private Chat To Cripes
>And E X A In The Past
>Time Seperated

Trauma Related
The Typing Quirk Thing, That Is
Or So I've Gathered

Don't Know How To Give
Preemptive Condolences.
Sorry In Advance?

Four Teams Of Thirteen
Red, Yellow, Blue And Green Teams
Some Simple Math There

And Yes, That Does Mean
You Need More Players Than You
Ever Begin With

Games Beget More Games
There's Nickles All The Way Down
With Players on Them

To Get Fifty-Three
We Need To Raise Those Lower
Dimensionaly

As To MOCHA END?
Don't Have The Foggiest Clue
For Any Of That

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Privatelog (cripesalmighty)
CoolZack: "Virtual" not quite right.
CoolZack: Layered abstraction, lower layer SEEMS mere virtual data to higher layer.
cripesalmighty: You might want to examine whatever sort of magical artifact is containing these… lower layers.
CoolZack: Can discuss how this works in... Our present, your potential future.
cripesalmighty: We’ll see if this earpiece thing goes away. Usually, presents I get do, but not all of ‘em. Just a fun rule with my monster.
CoolZack: Next question: Cripes body is still here, and it is also in past with you.
CoolZack: How?
cripesalmighty: It’s a projection.
cripesalmighty: Uh-- two selves, sure, a fun CHIRALITY between the two of them, but they’ll be merged shortly.
Zack: Trauma Related
Zack: The Typing Quirk Thing, That Is
Zack: Or So I've Gathered
cripesalmighty: Yike ssss.
Zack: Don't Know How To Give
Zack: Preemptive Condolences.
Zack: Sorry In Advance?
cripesalmighty: Four real, three’s not much three two be d’one about it.
cripesalmighty: Hope I learn to get over it!
Zack: Four Teams Of Thirteen
Zack: Red, Yellow, Blue And Green Teams
Zack: Some Simple Math There
cripesalmighty: 52. Like a deck of cards.
cripesalmighty: We found the number funny at some point a few years ago, so we decided to take a card each and make it our own.
cripesalmighty: It’s divisible by 4 but not 3, which is vaguely depressing.
Zack: And Yes, That Does Mean
Zack: You Need More Players Than You
Zack: Ever Begin With
cripesalmighty: Rude, huh huh huh huh.
Zack: Games Beget More Games
Zack: There's Nickles All The Way Down
Zack: With Players on Them
Zack: To Get Fifty-Three
Zack: We Need To Raise Those Lower
Zack: Dimensionaly
cripesalmighty: That seems like a catch 34. How do they get 53 themselves?
Zack: As To MOCHA END?
Zack: Don't Have The Foggiest Clue
Zack: For Any Of That
cripesalmighty: It’s the second krokian god.
cripesalmighty: Hovering right over them all, so incredibly large that it blots out half the sky.
cripesalmighty: It’s said that it will destroy the planet if given the chance, and the various hundreds of organized religious groups decided on unique ways they were supposed to prevent the MOCHA ENDING--
cripesalmighty: --thusly leading to a very, very war-torn planet.
cripesalmighty: That’s why they’re trying to wipe humans out, still, back outside of the Session.
cripesalmighty: The TISANE ENDING, on the other hand, has no physical form.
cripesalmighty: There’s no horcrux, no man behind the curtain.
cripesalmighty: The forces trying to make it happen are completely unknowable, and yet present always.
cripesalmighty: ...hey, Gene just disappeared.
cripesalmighty: Guess I’m keeping her earpiece, huh?
cripesalmighty: D’aww, did you run out (4) of things to say?
godzack: lmao i cant believe were gonna have to deal with ur ambient numerical sassy ass for the foreseeable future
godzack: this is the worst timeline

It's like old times, corresponding with cripesalmighty. Your first time, the only thing that made any concrete sense was that you could lazily tell the INPUT AGGREGATOR to flirt with her. Now the person on the other line is somebody from the past, with communication over a gap so wide and convoluted it should be impossible-- and you have input over Gene, herself. Suggestion.

Whether she knows or not.

INPUT AGGREGATOR: narrator duder thats not cool to just like imply n shit
INPUT AGGREGATOR: shes clearly makin her own decisions like cmon
INPUT AGGREGATOR: if she doesnt feel coerced, shes not being coerced

Exa
> You had 13 days

Eva speaks up behind you, her voice filtered and as gravel-smashed as the rest of the room. "Aha. November, you said? Well, that's the month we're in, if I recall." Your heart sinks at the thought. "What date precisely?"

"The twentieth," you stammer.

She giggles softly. "So that's... thirteen days. Me and everyone else has just thirteen to go! Oh, shame it wasn't a round number like twelve, sure, but close-close-close-close enough! Oh, joy, Gene, these are gonna be a fun couple of weeks."

It hurts. All of it hurts. You weakly step forward, attracted to something- something- something- something on her dresser, but you feel a force pushing back.

As it holds you, the violent pull of the room reaches its apotheosis.



It's blinking.



"DON'T TOWARDS IT, GENE!" screams Dinkalsen. "PLEASE! STOP BEING DUMB IDIOT AND JUST GO BACK AND WE'RE GOING TO FALL AND DIE!"



"I don't wanna be here," you weakly say.



"I don't wanna be here."

The room is halfway off the edge, and you begin to feel it teeter.

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A Cow Is A Type
Of Ruminant Grazing Beast
That's Native To Earth

Kept For The Purpose
Of Farming For Milk And Meat
In Buildings Called Barns

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Zack: A Cow Is A Type
Zack: Of Ruminant Grazing Beast
Zack: That's Native To Earth
Crast Pactian: hum.
EXA: hmmm
Crast Pactian: mhm!
EXA: HUMM
tiptopGipgop: Are you two… doing alright?
Zack: Kept For The Purpose
Zack: Of Farming For Milk And Meat
Zack: In Buildings Called Barns
YUPPERS: also KNOWN AS
YUPPERS: PAIN FACTORIES
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EXA: HERE
EXA: TIME
EXA: GOGO.
cripesalmighty: You’re such a spunky excitable li’l Eva.
YUPPERS: this chat will become INCREDIBLY CONFUSING for FUTURE READERS
YUPPERS: now that CRIPES is EXA and EXA is EXA and TIME is BURGLED.
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You hear Queue stammer and cough to your left, but he stiffly remains upright. The coldness of the pit below the COMPOUND is intense, but your steely carapace holds, your short self remains, and your soul wraps itself together tight.

It seems to be hurting him horribly, being here, but with you he remains.

Time to decide.

Where to swing with maximum precision?