RE: [銀河の物語] - Or Squibsim 2019
04-01-2019, 03:48 PM
敗者のための物語
You find yourself walking down the street on way to your home "Huh that's odd" You think to yourself, weren't you walking down with Alex? Or something, honestly it feels like nearly a year has passed since you last walked home without incident. "nnnnnnnnnnn" you grumble as you cannot shake the strange feeling, is it deja vu? or is it deja vu's tremendously less popular brother, what was their name again.
At some point you reach the elevator, the path through the lobby presumbly happening at some point between you trying to remember the term for the other thing that isn't deja vu and reaching this point, but gods if you can be bothered to have concious awareness of it. This whole situation feels strangely foreign, divorced from the convention of your life as it has progressed thus far. You aimlessly mouth somthing vaguely french as you approach your unsullied door, briefly thinking "What the hell is french?" as you fumble about the lock.
"I'm home." You say to noone in particular as you step over the verge. You have pets right? Or are they kids? You're knocked out of this line of query by the queerest sight you've ever beheld.
You find yourself walking down the street on way to your home "Huh that's odd" You think to yourself, weren't you walking down with Alex? Or something, honestly it feels like nearly a year has passed since you last walked home without incident. "nnnnnnnnnnn" you grumble as you cannot shake the strange feeling, is it deja vu? or is it deja vu's tremendously less popular brother, what was their name again.
At some point you reach the elevator, the path through the lobby presumbly happening at some point between you trying to remember the term for the other thing that isn't deja vu and reaching this point, but gods if you can be bothered to have concious awareness of it. This whole situation feels strangely foreign, divorced from the convention of your life as it has progressed thus far. You aimlessly mouth somthing vaguely french as you approach your unsullied door, briefly thinking "What the hell is french?" as you fumble about the lock.
"I'm home." You say to noone in particular as you step over the verge. You have pets right? Or are they kids? You're knocked out of this line of query by the queerest sight you've ever beheld.