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[stavros]

I have what is perhaps an odd question. Who of our dark cabal has had what appeared to be a clear idea of their other self's life, only to find an Echo that turns that impression to dust?

As well, to the pilots of those large machines. Have you ever seen one that was... smaller? Perhaps not in the shape of a human, but only encasing a human pilot partially. I know not how we were not instantly killed, exposed as we were.

Comments

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

I like that idea.

[stavros]

The dark origins of the chosen must be mysterious by nature, after all!

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... Dark origins?

[Yep. Lost Rita again.]

I'm pretty sure my stuff's just the science of my world, not some forbidden evil or anything...

[stavros]

Come on, Britany! I say that stuff because it's cool.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... Uh...

Maybe? It seems kinda 1990s to me.

[stavros]

It's not like some kind of fad!

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Is it? It's definitely a subculture.

[stavros]

Yes, and that's different.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

I guess whatever floats your boat.

[stavros]

How do you not understand the mystic appeal of the dark over the pain of life's everyday glitter?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... Pain? What?

Everyday existence isn't that bad. I mean, the superpowers thing is cool, and I'd rather have more money to do stuff with, but...

[stavros]

But people are shallow and no one understands you, right?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

People don't understand me because I'm smarter than half the damn teachers at this school.

That's kinda different, I think.

[stavros]

I think it's the same.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... I'm not so sure?

[Crack in Britany's fragile mortal psyche get!]

[stavros]

Have you ever tried writing poetry? It's a good way to convey the pain of the soul.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

You do not want to see a scientist's idea of poetry.

[stavros]

Try it.

Via Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

what have you done?
a dark black shadowy cloud of darkness as perceptions twist.
once we drank of wonder,
untainted and untainted,
but your thirst paled.
a painful morass of pain -
tears follow pain, follow pain,
love dissolved.
in a torrent of bitterness,
i see you.

[stavros]

You are a genius.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

What.

[stavros]

That was perfect! A deep expression of the darkness of the heart. You should do this more often.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

... Uh....

[stavros]

The truth of your soul is so deep. I can show you some of the stuff I wrote. As long as the network doesn't make fun of it again, anyway.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

I wasn't really trying. I mean, painful morass of pain?