> > [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
