> > > [belongs in non-canon] [has something been slowly swapping non-canon > > > and morning spam?] > > > > > > you are in dark misty maze. anxious. jogging, huffing for breath. > > > > > > you turn a corner and smack into raffick boss’ visage suddenly > > > appearing, looming, darting at you, gigantic, hazy > > > > > > traffick boss’s visage [booming, whispering, darting at you > > > wide-eyed]: “i will drive you into ruin …!” > > > > > > you gasp in terror at traffick boss intending to drive you into ruin > > > [—it’s too much! we can’t take it! stopping before running other way, > > > murdering family, turning into robot, enslaving for political > > > assasination forever and more and more. also before fade-out of > > > fantasy scene into hyper prison. Too much. > > > > [ we have to skip terrorization montage scene but the end bit sounds nice] > > > > you are flailing and screaming and flailing and screaming “nooo!” when > > it all fades away, it was all imaginary [ok. Let’s stop there. Too > > much screaming, like the imaginary part. It was all imaginary. It was > > all imaginary. sighs of relief and pleasure. this is what world is > > about > > grassroots activisit [in hyperpris— wi—]: “it was all imaginary. > there is no mind control boss. there is no torture room. there never > was, there never were—“ > > grassroots activist [taking off blindf— [[skip that, undo that > part]]—putting blindfold back on, raising arms and head happily > upwards]: “it was all in my head! —wait
tvda [name issue]: “grassroots activist, i want to share that I know exactly what you are going through and I am here with you, I jnderstand
