> [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
