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[enigmaestro]

It devours with broken teeth and hold in thrall with an embrace--

[Writes this line before furiously scribbling it out, making it virtually illegible. Gotta be quick, folks.]

We all have our demons. Don't we? So what are you dashing from? Or, conversely, which are you running towards?

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[deviltrapping]

You first.

[enigmaestro]

That would spoil the mystery.

[deviltrapping]

To get a little, you need to give a little too.

[enigmaestro]

Only when my cards are showing, my good fellow. Why is it your concern?

[peektuttut]

[Draws a line pointing to the scribble. Clearly Tim has nothing better to do than examine this book.] Must be some monster. Is that what you're running from, or toward?

[enigmaestro]

We are all men, monsters and gods. Just depends on the perspective of our peers.

[peektuttut]

A social beast, then?

[enigmaestro]

You're hounding on the mark, dear fellow. Onward still.

I recognize your handwriting.

[ohsotraumatic]

Who says we're running from anything? Or at it?

[enigmaestro]

Are you stuck in stagnation? I pity you, then.

[ohsotraumatic]

I'm not stuck. [Marks from tapping the pen]

Why the question anyway?

[enigmaestro]

Perhaps you're willingly indulging in such a state, then.

Why not? Socrates questioned society, too, and--hemlock conclusion aside--made the world better for every query posed.

[cowboy_newsie]

That's real personal, ain't it?

[enigmaestro]

There are many marks I'm known for. Personal is one of them.

[cowboy_newsie]

What about you? What're you running from? Or to?

[enigmaestro]

Rhetorical questions.

[bitchykid]

If nothing's chasing is it still running?

[enigmaestro]

That is a query embroiled in perspective. Would one think something is in pursuit?

[bitchykid]

I hope n--

NO

NO

T this one doesn't think so.

[enigmaestro]

Who are you trying to convince?