entropicage

Why do things have to go exactly the way I figure they will? Just once, really, I'd like to have been wrong about this and would happily accept it.

No, of COURSE the cult wasn't killing uninvolved persons to distract us from the real plan. No, the city wasn't slowly being brought over into the ocean to prepare for Father Dagon's entry into this world. And NO, Lovecraftian horrors are not following me and setting up residence in this city.

...please? Can this have just all been a bad dream, and when I wake up I find that we have just the same regular everyday issues again. Or at least have them be more managable. The soul... that... it just wasn't right. ISN'T right! No matter how many of those damn altars I find and destroy, I don't feel any better. Charcharidon is still out there, though he CLAIMS that he's not going to make another attempt. The CULTISTS who followed willingly may not be all gone, and if they aren't then they may continue the work regardless. Anyone who would willingly become an ABOMINATION; who knowingly and willingly did a ritual at the cost of someone's soul for no great benefit...

Oh Lord, what can I do?
 

I don't know why they always have to have the same bad coffee and stale donuts at these things. I swear, I almost chipped a tooth once. Wouldn't even be here except the damn court made me. Not bad enough that my bike got thoroughly trashed and my insurance can only cover a crappy beater that'll take MONTHS to fix up. Work's so not going to give me a raise. And now they're telling me I have to quit drinking, too? What a gyp. People talking about their feelings, crying, hugging... I can't stay here.
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"How the hell can this place stay open if it's always closed to the public like this?" I'm looking at the Irish pub from across the street, and the assortment of weird people walking in. Storm looking woman with white hair, freaky club kid, purple leather jacket, pregnant woman (why is she going to a BAR?) Wait... was that guy wearing a top hat? Seriously? Ugh, some real fucking weirdos in this town. I'm gonna try that place down the street instead.
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Home again, home again. "Here kitty!" Same as always. Yep... Things just never change.

No ma'am, I'm afraid that there's still no change in your daughter's condition. The trauma was severe, she's lucky to have survived at all. Wherever she is now, well, we can't say for sure if she's coming back.

I've been flagging on the IC posts again, and I kinda want to get back in the swing of things, so I'm going to jump in on this.

With thanks to Trish: First 5 to comment with a topic shall receive posts on their topics from the perspective of Scolex or Aisunmahr. I might do more if there are comments for such.

Thanks!

"And how long have you been awakened?"
"Umm... A few months, I think? I kinda lost time there and I don't remember how long I was there."
"Where did you say you were from? You didn't seem to know the area that well."
"Avon Park."
"Why do you feel the need to lie? I can tell by the way you pause and look to the left."
Oh... crap.

My head feels like I've got a hammer pounding morse code on an anvil with my brain in the middle. What time is it... 11:00

...Wait... Thursday? What? How did I lose four fucking days? I need to.. ohh ok I need to sit back down for a bit... Head swimming... glasses, there we go. I knew I should have picked up that detox trick...

What the... Ok, I guess the massive pile of empty bottles might explain a bit of my confusion. Though... it raises the question as to why I'm not in the hospital.

Let's see... fed the cat. Hm, fed the cat ham. When did I get ham? Christmas lights on half the windows in one room, torn down from the others.

Phone? No calls, but I've got the saved message.

Computer still open...

...Oh, oh fuck...

FUCK!

What the HELL did I SEND?! And there's responses.... "Well well my little parasitic appendage,"

Oh lord... am I such a fucking child that I resorted to drunkenly calling them out? Am I so fucking USELESS that I can't do ANYTHING about this but whine to people who don't even know what happened? Yes, yes, that's EXACTLY what I did...
Maybe it's better that it happened this way... now he won't see all my constant fuck-ups.

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I still need to do something about this.

Phone, still sitting on the coffee table. The message is still displayed there (no calls, surprise surprise) "the bastards fragged Root"

I swear, I'll get back to real posts sometime.

( cut to save you from the pointless quiz )

Best thing from a different one?
#10 The number one cause of blindness in the United States is Entropicage.

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...Now I see why people always say to avoid the global forums. If I'd known that I would have to invoke Godwin's Law within a DAY... Ugh. God damn it, we're MAGES. We're supposed to be ENLIGHTENED. What the HELL is wrong with you people?? Retorts of 'Bite me' and comparisons to Hitler are not going to get anyone anywhere. Yelling at each other isn't going to get you what you want.

I guess I take for granted that there will be someone else around who's better at dealing with problems than I am. But that just means that when I'm the only one around equipped to handle something, I don't know what to do.

Cess seems cool though. I think things are going to be ok.

Lucifer says I need to learn to speak up more.

Then when I do speak up, I get yelled at.

...Maybe I should just not talk period.

Sorry for the lack of content here.... I swear I'll post something sometime soon... I just need something I feel like posting about.

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