shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Well that isn't quite the reception I expected. Honestly, I don't feel you're worth a greeting or a well to do of any sort with that kind of attitude, Megido.

 

Not talking to you.

*blocks*

 

Name's not Megido, kid. You'd think with all your "research" you'd know that by now.

 

No, sweetie, that would be me.

The door was open to you too, you know.

 

If it was open, he should have come back. He promised me he was going to help, and he fucking bailed.

 

Yes, I'm quite aware of your insistence on lacking a name. It doesn't hold on a cosmic scale, however. Which, if you had any sense, you would realize is why I'm referring to you as such. However if we really must do this, then I suppose I can set that convention aside and just refer to you as "The Handmaid" or "The Demoness". Or may8e just not at all if that's what you would prefer!

 

Good. Let's go home and sleep th1s sh1t off. Then 1n the morn1ng 1'll see 1f 1 can't spark your headache gone. Used to do 1t for Stanford once 1n a wh1le.

 

Whatever floats your shitty pirate ship, kid. So long as it isn't Megido or, god forbid, DAMARA.

 

Okay. Not that you can see this if you've got me comm-blocked, but - I promised that what I was doing would help take your dad down. And I promised to keep you safe from your dad as long as I could. Which I'd already failed at, more than once, and I was offering you one last chance to get somewhere he couldn't ever find you.

 

Alright. And thanks. Thanks so much.

 

I'm so glad we could sort this out. Now 8ack to more civilized matters.

 

Your planet is dying. Your ancestors killed it. From what I've heard about your biosphere, I don't really understand how you're not already all dead.

If we could have saved everyone who needed saving we would have done it, but we tried to save everyone we could.

If we ever get another chance to come and get you, we will. If you'll come with us.

 

WAS I ONE OF HER ANCESTORS?

PLANET-KILLING IS MY FAVE THING EVER!

 

*smiles* thank you. I wish it weren't necessary. I like the soldiering life more than I thought I would, though. The ten-command I'm in, we're like family in the good way.

 

I didn't fuck over the planet. That was my grandparents. My dad's focused on fucking over people. Nortec is responsible for atrocities on a scale that people who survived a fucking nuclear winter are horrified, and it's only going to get worse if people don't fucking do something. Saying we're all doomed to die anyway is a cop-out.

 

If I may interject myself into this conversation
Just a block or two of rhyme and ponder
For a thought which I do wonder
But no more than frivolous calculation

In terms of time entire, you are old
Touched the stars since eons past
Not many mortal species last
Or near inconceivable knowledge hold

But you live long, and in comparison
We tiny ones bleed and breathe change
And culture after culture rearrange
Where yours has only just arisen

An alteration of perspectives
A bit of an experiment, I think
How many times did your own sink?
How young are you, in respective?

 

I don't think we've met, but impressive verse. I should introduce you to Singer Ashe, though her verse is more morbid. Unsurprisingly, really, she's dead. Gives you a different perspective.

You do seem familiar, though. From dreams, perhaps?

 

I believe I said it was your ancestors, not you.

And everyone's doomed to die eventually unless I make the Philosopher's Stone.

But people can only do what they can do. It isn't possible for us to take everyone who deserves a chance at a better life off your planet, but we could help our friend rescue the people he cared about, and we did what we could do, and we'd be willing to do more if we could think of a way to do it.

We can't fix your planet from Dimension 52. If someone from your world who understood how to fix your biosphere could come here, we'd be willing to supply them with plants and animals to replace the ones you lost, but there's no guarantee they could survive in that level of background radiation any better than the original ones did. The best hope you have is space travel or dimensional travel, so you can find a planet that can support you. And Sev doesn't do either of those things, so him staying and getting killed or taken apart in a lab wouldn't help.

 

In life, I hunted in the snow
Now I wander through the dreams
And watch the living fray at their seams
I presume my hunt is over now...

 

I am willing to look at it. Nuclear radiation, not always a problem for my species.

...Not sure if it'd be illegal for me, but who cares.