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Ahh, sure am glad to be in regular clothes again. Although going from freezing cold weather to baking in the hot sun wasn't exactly on the top of my priority list.
Thanks, Kurogane, for the money. (And Sora for the legible writing). I'm happy to report, what with everyone's help, the boat's coming along nicely. I don't think I've ever built one quite like this before (though I have a nagging feeling I do have experience in this sort of thing), and there's been a few mishaps as there's always bound to be, but I'd say in about three or four weeks it should be completed. That is, if I work on it every day until then, like I have been. I'm starting to feel sore from so much cutting and sanding, I won't lie.
What with everyone getting memories back lately, I decided it would be worth a try to attempt to jog my own memory. I didn't really expect anything, but I guess in this place you should expect the unexpected.
Ever since that incident where everyone lost one of their five senses, I kept thinking back to how being blind didn't really phase me. So, last night I made a make-shift blindfold and put it on. Just for kicks.
And then it was like -- how do I explain this. I wasn't here anymore. That's how vivid they were this time. Maybe the sensory deprivation cued it, I don't know, but what I remembered didn't involve having to see. I knew. I wore a blindfold for a long time. Because I didn't want to see what I'd become.
I know now why I was ashamed. Looking like ... him. But I guess I didn't have any other choice.
But I wasn't alone there, in the darkness. I had a companion. King Mickey, whoever he was. He had a very ... strange voice. Almost comical. I feel bad for even saying it, because I know he stayed by my side when he didn't have to, and he watched out for me, as I did for him. I was very confused in those memories -- lost and uncertain what path to take. I probably wouldn't have made it without him. I hope he's alright.
Tch. The more I learn about myself, the more I wish I didn't.
Thanks, Kurogane, for the money. (And Sora for the legible writing). I'm happy to report, what with everyone's help, the boat's coming along nicely. I don't think I've ever built one quite like this before (though I have a nagging feeling I do have experience in this sort of thing), and there's been a few mishaps as there's always bound to be, but I'd say in about three or four weeks it should be completed. That is, if I work on it every day until then, like I have been. I'm starting to feel sore from so much cutting and sanding, I won't lie.
What with everyone getting memories back lately, I decided it would be worth a try to attempt to jog my own memory. I didn't really expect anything, but I guess in this place you should expect the unexpected.
Ever since that incident where everyone lost one of their five senses, I kept thinking back to how being blind didn't really phase me. So, last night I made a make-shift blindfold and put it on. Just for kicks.
And then it was like -- how do I explain this. I wasn't here anymore. That's how vivid they were this time. Maybe the sensory deprivation cued it, I don't know, but what I remembered didn't involve having to see. I knew. I wore a blindfold for a long time. Because I didn't want to see what I'd become.
I know now why I was ashamed. Looking like ... him. But I guess I didn't have any other choice.
But I wasn't alone there, in the darkness. I had a companion. King Mickey, whoever he was. He had a very ... strange voice. Almost comical. I feel bad for even saying it, because I know he stayed by my side when he didn't have to, and he watched out for me, as I did for him. I was very confused in those memories -- lost and uncertain what path to take. I probably wouldn't have made it without him. I hope he's alright.
Tch. The more I learn about myself, the more I wish I didn't.