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[Florence is in his room after having been out all day and taking in the state of the dressing room. He looks somewhat melancholy as he settles at his desk. After a few more moments of thinking, Florence begins to type.]
I think my time here is starting to run out.
Not just my time, however. The people that remain here, as well. I fear this building is beginning to fall apart. Things that have been happening over the past few months are fueling my suspicions that whatever force that's holding this building aloft is beginning to grow weak. Or the Powers that Be are starting to grow bored with tormenting the tenants.
I'm normally irritated by the shit that happens here, but the fact that nothing significant has happened in over a month has concerned me. And I feel like I shouldn't be concerned. I should be happy.
It took weeks for the building to rebuild itself after it was blown up. The last time it was destroyed, even partially, the regeneration took a day, at most.
There are hardly any people here. Not that I've seen. The halls are empty now when I roam about. They used to be packed with people. It was almost impossible to get around without running into someone. Now, I'm lucky if I see someone round the corner.
I'm convinced this place is dying. And that terrifies me far more than it should.
You really think I would have learned after Anti and Atem. Don't get too attached to people here. You never know when they could leave.
I'm attached. And it will hurt when the attachment is ripped away.
But, I'll have no choice but to move on. The ideas I've toyed with about getting a house in some random fuck place and shacking up with them all is... stupid, at best. Foolish. Utterly and completely foolish. I haven't had such impossible, senseless hopes and dreams since I was a child.
I should sever these ties before I go. Before this place goes.
But even the thought of doing so hurts me more than I want to admit.
And it's now that I'm starting to regret having ever gone the path that I've taken. Becomes this stupid, sappy, bastardised version of who I used to be. And I did it to myself. I should be ashamed.
I hate this place. I hate what I've become.
I should just burn it down and go home and forget it ever happened. I'd be better off in the long run. This place is boring. Dull.
There's just no outright fun to be had anymore. Any sort of excitement I get is from saving the fucking world. I'm a villain, god dammit, not a hero. I want carnage, I want destruction. I want... fun! I want zombies, and cave ins, and exploration. I want to fight against the censorship fuckwits at 4Kids. I want to sit with Zombie Boy and drink tea and mock the masses for their idiocy. I want Necroface to pick my pockets and get tangled in my hair. I want to add to the endless pile of notes that Necrofear has written me.
I want to get into snark battles with Fidgets. I want to tease Trueman with a water gun.
I want loving praise from Atem, I want to listen to Anti's silly logic. I want to get my feet wet in the Ocean again. I want to sneer at the 5Ds and GX people and mock them behind pillars.
Not all of this overdramatic angstfilled bullfuckery.
I come from a universe that is run by children's card games. The fate of the world all depends on cards. That's such a stupid thing to have the fate of the world hinge on. It's silly!
And yet everything is always so god damned serious.
I'm starting to miss home, and I honest to god can't fucking believe it.
What's happening to me?
I think my time here is starting to run out.
Not just my time, however. The people that remain here, as well. I fear this building is beginning to fall apart. Things that have been happening over the past few months are fueling my suspicions that whatever force that's holding this building aloft is beginning to grow weak. Or the Powers that Be are starting to grow bored with tormenting the tenants.
I'm normally irritated by the shit that happens here, but the fact that nothing significant has happened in over a month has concerned me. And I feel like I shouldn't be concerned. I should be happy.
It took weeks for the building to rebuild itself after it was blown up. The last time it was destroyed, even partially, the regeneration took a day, at most.
There are hardly any people here. Not that I've seen. The halls are empty now when I roam about. They used to be packed with people. It was almost impossible to get around without running into someone. Now, I'm lucky if I see someone round the corner.
I'm convinced this place is dying. And that terrifies me far more than it should.
You really think I would have learned after Anti and Atem. Don't get too attached to people here. You never know when they could leave.
I'm attached. And it will hurt when the attachment is ripped away.
But, I'll have no choice but to move on. The ideas I've toyed with about getting a house in some random fuck place and shacking up with them all is... stupid, at best. Foolish. Utterly and completely foolish. I haven't had such impossible, senseless hopes and dreams since I was a child.
I should sever these ties before I go. Before this place goes.
But even the thought of doing so hurts me more than I want to admit.
And it's now that I'm starting to regret having ever gone the path that I've taken. Becomes this stupid, sappy, bastardised version of who I used to be. And I did it to myself. I should be ashamed.
I hate this place. I hate what I've become.
I should just burn it down and go home and forget it ever happened. I'd be better off in the long run. This place is boring. Dull.
There's just no outright fun to be had anymore. Any sort of excitement I get is from saving the fucking world. I'm a villain, god dammit, not a hero. I want carnage, I want destruction. I want... fun! I want zombies, and cave ins, and exploration. I want to fight against the censorship fuckwits at 4Kids. I want to sit with Zombie Boy and drink tea and mock the masses for their idiocy. I want Necroface to pick my pockets and get tangled in my hair. I want to add to the endless pile of notes that Necrofear has written me.
I want to get into snark battles with Fidgets. I want to tease Trueman with a water gun.
I want loving praise from Atem, I want to listen to Anti's silly logic. I want to get my feet wet in the Ocean again. I want to sneer at the 5Ds and GX people and mock them behind pillars.
Not all of this overdramatic angstfilled bullfuckery.
I come from a universe that is run by children's card games. The fate of the world all depends on cards. That's such a stupid thing to have the fate of the world hinge on. It's silly!
And yet everything is always so god damned serious.
I'm starting to miss home, and I honest to god can't fucking believe it.
What's happening to me?