Memories of memories.
You're Cerine?
Yes, I'm Cerine. Me. I. I guess I don't fit the normal mold of what a morphic rubberskunk should look like.
You're Cerine?
Yep, a long time ago, just as I was getting onto antidepressants and really getting sick of Furrymuck, I got into a good mood, thought up a character within about an hour, and a week later, she was on. She wasn't much to talk about, would have done better on Puzzlebox. The only reason things happened was basically that a) a few artists like skunks with big boobs and b) I stumbled upon an idea when I met Morphy, and I needed some way of figuring out what the heck exactly he was talking about with balloons and such, because I couldn't picture it for the life of me.
You're Cerine?
Yeah... I guess I made an impact somewhere. It's hard to believe that one has made an impact until one is slapped around the face with it like a wet fish. Does that mean I should be satisfied that I've made a splash in the pool? That I've influenced people? Isn't that what I want out of life? Why do I still feel so alone, then? Even with a fiancee?
You're Cerine?
I made a tarot reading, some...7 years ago now, I guess is what it is. My guess at that time would be that this point in timespace, right now, right here, is where Cerine would stop being useful. Or at least when the next regeneration would occur. But somehow...it's not going to happen. At least I don't think it is. I don't know anymore. I can't feel out where I really need to be now. Things are happening, life is changing, but I still don't feel any more together or with it or happy or at peace with the world than I did wandering around the halls of MIT with the odd idea for an inverted-color skunk with some cybernetic enhancements. In many ways, nothing's changed, but...
You're Cerine?
Something did. I just can't accept the compliment. And I don't know what to do with it now.
Yes, I'm Cerine. Me. I. I guess I don't fit the normal mold of what a morphic rubberskunk should look like.
You're Cerine?
Yep, a long time ago, just as I was getting onto antidepressants and really getting sick of Furrymuck, I got into a good mood, thought up a character within about an hour, and a week later, she was on. She wasn't much to talk about, would have done better on Puzzlebox. The only reason things happened was basically that a) a few artists like skunks with big boobs and b) I stumbled upon an idea when I met Morphy, and I needed some way of figuring out what the heck exactly he was talking about with balloons and such, because I couldn't picture it for the life of me.
You're Cerine?
Yeah... I guess I made an impact somewhere. It's hard to believe that one has made an impact until one is slapped around the face with it like a wet fish. Does that mean I should be satisfied that I've made a splash in the pool? That I've influenced people? Isn't that what I want out of life? Why do I still feel so alone, then? Even with a fiancee?
You're Cerine?
I made a tarot reading, some...7 years ago now, I guess is what it is. My guess at that time would be that this point in timespace, right now, right here, is where Cerine would stop being useful. Or at least when the next regeneration would occur. But somehow...it's not going to happen. At least I don't think it is. I don't know anymore. I can't feel out where I really need to be now. Things are happening, life is changing, but I still don't feel any more together or with it or happy or at peace with the world than I did wandering around the halls of MIT with the odd idea for an inverted-color skunk with some cybernetic enhancements. In many ways, nothing's changed, but...
You're Cerine?
Something did. I just can't accept the compliment. And I don't know what to do with it now.