* XI

[iniquiticity]

There is something very beautiful about the snow; the way it falls from the sky reminds me of grace. It is quite inconvenient, making my feet cold in my shoes, making the machines cold and harder than usual to work with. At the same time, I can't help but be in awe of it. I am more glad than ever that I managed to acquire a promotion, and now have

Comments

[sauntersthrough]

You're mad. I hate the snow.

[iniquiticity]

Why?

[sauntersthrough]

Too cold.

[iniquiticity]

Would snow in a warm climate, if it could exist, upset you?

It seems that it is not the snow you are upset at, simply the weather.

[snobbiest]

Despite its aesthetic value at first, the snow becomes unsightly frozen debris.

Paintball. Meaningless chaos. Disorder.

Then you also were a participant, perhaps more willing than others.

[iniquiticity]

Snow and ice are lovely undisturbed, but when it is stomped on, trod through, it becomes disgusting muck.

I was, yes, thouh I would have preferred not to be. But the Sphere, as it is will, does not regard personal wishes.

[snobbiest]

While impertinent for the time being, its melting causes filth and mud.

I see. Such confusion... yielded surprising benefits.

[iniquiticity]

It is unlike the sphere to repay us for our troubles with it, though perhaps the only thing really like the sphere is chaos.

[snowburned]

For many, the game was about companionship and friendly competition, not money. But I suppose not everyone can understand that.

[iniquiticity]

There is friendly competition involved in bruising another's face?

[snowburned]

From what I observed, the vast majority of players went along with the game as intended and didn't make such shots.

[iniquiticity]

I suppose your observations were significantly different than mine. I spent quite some time pulling people from shots in tender places such as knees and the head.