RE: Ennui
09-15-2018, 11:05 AM
> There's no way you can recover from this.
No... You've lost. You've lost the battle of communication. Your meme and social gears switched and you said the worst possible thing in this situation, the forbidden greeting only for the worst of trash, the utmost unwholesome word for first encounters. How could you? You saw all the warnings. You saw all of the chances you could have taken, and you blew it like the utter cretin you are. You are a toaster that only burns the bread that is given to you. How could you?
Wait...
> Double back. This is a losing battle, but if you lose your shtick, it'll be even odder. Do something worse.
No... If you go down in the battlefield of interaction, you'll go down a hero, not a fool. This is your one chance to create an explosion of pure social awkwardness. It'll flow across the land, AKA this freaking apartment, and let people know that you went down as a martyr for awkward people all over the world. It's time to do it. It's time to-
> T-Pose For Dominance.
You feel your holy energy spreading across the Earth.... Could this be the turning point?
==>
Oh my god.
The air is stagnant, so stagnant you feel as if you might choke.
Who is this guy? Why is he so intimidating? He seems like he's in some kind of mob and he'll find you and kill you for your crimes against humanity and oh god you can see a glint in his eyes is he really mad?
You catch your breath.
==>
You are screaming but God cannot hear you. He will not save your sorry ass from the Hell you have stepped in. O, woe! Alex XXXX has seen his last days.
==>
==>
Now that you think about it, how ARE you even here? It costs a lot to live at this apartment complex, heck, it's practically a luxury service. Is this even an apartment complex? You never really thought too hard about it. Then again, you never think hard about anything.
Was it free, or did you manage to gather the money up somehow? Or did something completely insane happen... Man... Maybe you should tell Luci what happened, he seems like the type of guy to be cool with this stuff.
No... You've lost. You've lost the battle of communication. Your meme and social gears switched and you said the worst possible thing in this situation, the forbidden greeting only for the worst of trash, the utmost unwholesome word for first encounters. How could you? You saw all the warnings. You saw all of the chances you could have taken, and you blew it like the utter cretin you are. You are a toaster that only burns the bread that is given to you. How could you?
Wait...
> Double back. This is a losing battle, but if you lose your shtick, it'll be even odder. Do something worse.
No... If you go down in the battlefield of interaction, you'll go down a hero, not a fool. This is your one chance to create an explosion of pure social awkwardness. It'll flow across the land, AKA this freaking apartment, and let people know that you went down as a martyr for awkward people all over the world. It's time to do it. It's time to-
> T-Pose For Dominance.
You feel your holy energy spreading across the Earth.... Could this be the turning point?
==>
Oh my god.
The air is stagnant, so stagnant you feel as if you might choke.
Who is this guy? Why is he so intimidating? He seems like he's in some kind of mob and he'll find you and kill you for your crimes against humanity and oh god you can see a glint in his eyes is he really mad?
You catch your breath.
==>
You are screaming but God cannot hear you. He will not save your sorry ass from the Hell you have stepped in. O, woe! Alex XXXX has seen his last days.
==>
==>
Now that you think about it, how ARE you even here? It costs a lot to live at this apartment complex, heck, it's practically a luxury service. Is this even an apartment complex? You never really thought too hard about it. Then again, you never think hard about anything.
Was it free, or did you manage to gather the money up somehow? Or did something completely insane happen... Man... Maybe you should tell Luci what happened, he seems like the type of guy to be cool with this stuff.