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[rocinantes]

okay

what the fuck.

( that's it, that's all he's got. )

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[foolintherain]

ah so it's the loss of space again
i'm sorry
that emphatically blows

[rocinantes]

it's not so much the loss of space
as in the fact that i keep getting jerked the fuck around
and not going where i want to go

i went back home after deerington
did you?

[foolintherain]

that sounds incredibly frustrating, that lack of control
if i uh went home, i don't remember it
while we were in deerington, there was a lighthouse that acted as a portal to my world, and i made the mistake of going through it.
my world is not a very nice place to be
there's nothing left there but death.

[rocinantes]

what happened?

[foolintherain]

the end of the world
and i mean that literally.
when i left, the last bastion of humanity was getting his neck broken by the sole of the devil
also literally.
this is reincarnation, man
bring on the beaches and free ice cream.

[rocinantes]

well.
sounds like your world has some problems.

is anyone still alive?

[foolintherain]

if they are, they won't be for long
not humans, anyway

[rocinantes]

what's gonna stay alive there?

[foolintherain]

bad, non-human things
you seem invested in my dead world, which from experience, is not a great way to enjoy life
i wasn't trying to bring the mood in the room down, only spread a little light on this new, bloody home of ours

what blood type are you anyway?
have you figured it out?

[rocinantes]

not invested.
curious.
just wondering where people came from and how they got back here.

as for the blood thing
pale, i think
whatever that means.