Forever Elysium Bound

the tape recorder

Ever since Rufus began trying again to reach Elysium, he has been descending into a slow downward spiral of rage and recklessness. All his plans would crumble faster and faster the more he failed and it just made him more and more angry and irritable. He was even worse than what Toni would be like if you pushed her, and everyone in town was not really sure how to handle all of this. Gizmo seemed to be the only one that tried to help, it made sense since he was the doctor of the whole town. At one point he even had an Idea he thought would help Rufus. One day he went to find Rufus, who was currently failing at building a rocket and kicking everything, and he brought with him a gift.

"Uhg this god damn scrap metal, why can't it just weld right!?!" He then proceeded to kick wildly at the metal, his tools, the air. He only stopped when he noticed Gizmo. "What the hell do you want, can't you see I'm busy?"

"This will only be but a minute, I just want to give you something."

"If it isn't a way to Elysium then I don't want it." It was a much more common thing now for Rufus to speak with a harsh tone to anyone, no matter what they did.

"Well a plagued mind isn't going to help you either, so I just brought something I think will help ease you a bit." Gizmo then holds out his gift, a tape recorder.

"A tape recorder? That is going to help me relax?!"

"It will help by being something you can use to vent, talk about anything really, memories, random thoughts, slightly unreasonable obsessions." Rufus gave a harsh glare at the last comment. "Look you know I just want to help, at least just take it alright."

"... fine, but I don't have some horrible obsession got it?"

"Completely understood."

Gizmo then left and Rufus went back to trying to build this rocket, failing, and getting pissed. After finally giving up today he looks at the tape recorder and decides why the hell not.

"Is this thing working? You know what, who cares if it is or not. So Gizmo said that if I talk into this thing about random stuff then I'll feel better or something. ... You know what why should I even say shit to this thing, there's no way in hell that it will help me, so far nothing is helping me."

Rufus then stops the recorder and goes back to feeling irritated at the world.