"'Consumed by sadness and the fallout of a now retreating fear.' That ought to be tagline for what it's like sporking this shit." ~KittyHP [A/N true to my word.]
Sporking: Stones to Abbigale. A book so bad it misspells it's title character's name.
A...
Kitty: *strapping on some goggles and arming herself with a heated curling iron*
John: Let's do this.
For as long as I remember I've enjoyed seeing how people move around and talk to each other, like they're all animals at the zoo.
Too Many Onions In The Sauce: 9 [Why am I not surprised, Greg?]
John: Such a sweetheart, right?
Kitty: *silently fuming*
I would try to deliver a more accurate analogy if
Nick: [as James] --I weren't such a pretentious twit.
Kitty: [as Onision] --I weren't such an unoriginal hack.
I felt there was one but
John: [as James] --Obviously I'm far superior to my classmates. I am the flamingo in this flock of pigeons.
Kitty: *spits in disgust* Feh.
so many of them seemed incredibly unaware of themselves, just living their life as if it were some generic predefined routine.
Kitty: *twitches* Given what I've read in his recent books, I find his choice of wording deeply unsettling.
John: Why?
Kitty: Ssssshh. I wouldn't wanna spoil this roller coaster of an epic.
Nick: I've had more thrilling experiences running diagnostics.
Sometimes I felt like an alien who had a VIP pass to submerge myself in primitive human culture just for entertainment.
Too Many Onions In The Sauce: 10 [Whadaya think? Foreshadowing for Reaper's Creek?]
Kitty: Good! I hope next time you land in an era wherein circumcision is mandatory and then die of dysentery.
Nick: To be fair, this simile works for creating a sense of isolation. However--
Kitty: It also makes you sound like you're looking down on everyone else, i.e you view them as lesser for committing the crime of being different.
John: Comparing them to animals, then describing yourself as having a VIP pass, and calling present day "primitive" also doesn't help.
Kitty: Would you rather us devolve to the Viking age? I know I certainly would. Now those fuckers knew how to throw a blood-orgy. *purrs as she's lost in fond memories*
I sense everything I can take in around me. The seemingly limitless audible tones, tremors in the voices of growing children rang in my ears.
Kitty & John:
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Nick: He's claiming to be an empath *shaking his head in utter disbelief* Wow.
John: *shrugs and begins to load himself another bong* Yeah, that's just stumped me. Hoping that another couple dozen more of these, and it'll suddenly make sense. *lights and begins pulling*
