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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ SUDDENLY: A large button appears on your chest.

ASK ME ABOUT MY ________ ]

Comments

[watchmycannon]

["--Soul being eaten"]

...Well that certainly sounds overly dramatic.

[tries to get the button off]

[skinofalizard]

[TRIPS TO HELL]

Haven't you been here long enough to know you won't be able to take that off?

[watchmycannon]

Wishful thinking.

[skinofalizard]

I guess that's allowed.

[watchmycannon]

It's one of those things I'd much prefer others NOT ask after, but I suppose I should have also been here long enough to know that Camp does not care about my preferences.

[skinofalizard]

I don't think anyone got buttons about things they do want people to ask about.

[watchmycannon]

True. And with that in mind I hope most will therefore not inquire, as I expect they understand not wanting to discuss such things.

[skinofalizard]

I won't ask if you don't.

[watchmycannon]

Fair enough. I'm not sure it's something I particularly want to know, in any case.

[skinofalizard]

I could say the same.

[watchmycannon]

[Nods]

It isn't actually as interesting as the button makes it sound; it is simple personal.

[skinofalizard]

That's probably true for most of them.

[watchmycannon]

I don't know why Camp can't ever pick something that might instigate a conversation, rather than having both parties awkwardly avoiding one.

"Ask me my thoughts on contemporary art, or favorite food, or what I think of the color red" -- anything, honestly.

[skinofalizard]

I don't think Camp wants us all to be friends. I think it just wants us all to be generally embarrassed.

[watchmycannon]

[siiiighs]

Of course.

[skinofalizard]

Sorry to break it to you.