RE: Tropefia - A PYP - D3: Dead Walrus (19/24) - NEED REPLACEMENT
06-05-2013, 03:52 PM
AN EVENT HAS OCCURRED
In the middle of the debate, Mirdini was oddly distracted. Oddly distracted in that he'd been staring at Granolaman the entire day. He didn't know why, but even more so, he felt attracted to Granolaman. True love at its finest. This love had been there since the Metamafia days, when Mirdini ruled, when on the fourth night, Granola had been murdered, by the tumultuous peal of a gun. In dying, a distinct moment, in limbo, where the spark first flashed. Granola was a dying man; Mirdini was the ultimate facilitator - it was a forbidden, impossible love. But, love is not logical; it knows no rules. The spark was there, and remained, everpresent, through their lives throughout other games, and other worlds, until they came to this one. This time, they were both mortal - they were on the equal playing field. While such an occurrence would not be irregular, it had taken time for the love to take root. The love, over time, had grown, and flourished. It was ready to be harvested.
The harvesting had come. But, was such love mutual? Mirdini was ready, but was Granolaman?
GRANOLAMAN, DO YOU ACCEPT MIRDINI'S PROPOSAL?
In the middle of the debate, Mirdini was oddly distracted. Oddly distracted in that he'd been staring at Granolaman the entire day. He didn't know why, but even more so, he felt attracted to Granolaman. True love at its finest. This love had been there since the Metamafia days, when Mirdini ruled, when on the fourth night, Granola had been murdered, by the tumultuous peal of a gun. In dying, a distinct moment, in limbo, where the spark first flashed. Granola was a dying man; Mirdini was the ultimate facilitator - it was a forbidden, impossible love. But, love is not logical; it knows no rules. The spark was there, and remained, everpresent, through their lives throughout other games, and other worlds, until they came to this one. This time, they were both mortal - they were on the equal playing field. While such an occurrence would not be irregular, it had taken time for the love to take root. The love, over time, had grown, and flourished. It was ready to be harvested.
The harvesting had come. But, was such love mutual? Mirdini was ready, but was Granolaman?
GRANOLAMAN, DO YOU ACCEPT MIRDINI'S PROPOSAL?