Blank post for an oddly specific scenario about you
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Thread Topic: Blank post for an oddly specific scenario about you
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Sounds interesting
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Oh? 👀
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@Curo - I'm not sure if this means you want one or not lol
@Acrimony - You hold in your hands an old box with faded dark paint, its steel hinges glistening. You aren't sure where it came from, or when you found it. You feel a pull, an urge to open it. One little peek couldn't hurt, could it? You creak it open and a whirlwind of darkness rushes around you, eyes briefly appearing amongst the shadows. Whispers in your ear, fingers brushing against your skin. Normally you'd be terrified, but the touches are gentle, the eyes are soft. They are not here to hurt you. They are here to help you. After all, you are their new host, and it's been a millennia since they've had any fun. -
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yeah, it does, sorry..,.
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@nonbianary - I see you in a big pile of stuffed animals, that's it, that's all there is just you in a massive room filled with a mountain of teddies
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@quizmaster - The room is dark, the computer screen is casting a soft blue light on you as you hold some sort of beverage in a can. All is quiet and you lean back in your chair, which has wheels, taking a sip of the drink. You're scrolling through some sort of social media, searching for something but not sure what it is you're searching for. You think you'll know it when you see it. Happy faces, everyone showing pieces of their best life to boast to others how good they have it. You scroll past. You don't know how long you will be searching for. Maybe it will never end. But you're sure it's waiting for you, somewhere, tucked away in some crevice of the Internet. The clock shows that it is 3:58 am. You pay it no mind.
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@JuneRoses - You're holding a small person in your hands. You are smile, cradling it gently. This is someone who trusts you. You hold it tenderly, placing it in your wagon and tugging it along. You see more small people, placing them in your wagon as you go. There's a smudge of flour on your cheek and you have an apron with flower patterns on it. The small people flock after you, crying for your attention. You wander through a blank world with seemingly no end, just a pale gray and white marble floor as far as the eye can see. But you pay it no mind. You open your hand and a seed appears, blooming into a sprout, then a bud, then a beautiful blossom. A blood red rose. You set it down and it buries its roots into the marble tiles, cracking them. It is not such a boring place after all, with so many little friends and the power to create such beautiful things.
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Oddly specific? I'm in
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@Curo - No need to apologize! I just wasn't sure jaksj
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