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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[enigmaestro]

I'm surprised you weren't devoured.

[improvesmorale]

From what I understand, there's still plenty of time for that to happen.

Who is this?

[enigmaestro]

One can hope.

Oh no, I'm not about to spoil the mystery so soon.

[improvesmorale]

But you hope that I'm devoured.

What kind, welcoming people in this new universe.

[enigmaestro]

Which is different from any other universe how, exactly?

[improvesmorale]

They're not usually that upfront.

[enigmaestro]

Do you value truth?

[improvesmorale]

I guess. Sure.

[enigmaestro]

Then why are you so keen to fight this?

[improvesmorale]

Fight what?

[enigmaestro]

Our interaction.

[improvesmorale]

Why do you want the monsters to eat me? Do I know you?

[enigmaestro]

Because I can taste the self-pity from your text. And no, you don't.

[improvesmorale]

This isn't self-pity.

[enigmaestro]

It isn't really acceptance, either.

[improvesmorale]

Oh wow. I guess I've been captured and transported to alternate universe future Canada. What ever should I do now? There are just so many exciting choices.