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[facepalmchampion]

[[An almost gaunt looking figure shuffles himself, and his fancy new outfit thanks to the festivities, in a seated position to get more comfortable. For the most part there is a metallic stopper on the back part of the wrist of a hand covering the man's face]]

These posts always made me wonder what kind of civilization I've been pulled into that we all sit around and talk to ourselves until other people do or don't decide to talk back.

[[He turns his head in what seems to be an attempt to get any knots out of it, while he speaks, eventually settling it back on the most comfortable spot on the arm of his couch.]]

Before any of you kind souls tries to gg me on being here, sitting by myself, talking into the post, I'm aware. Your humour is dry. I'm just bored and thought I'd follow the herd like every other upstanding citizen. So here I am, talking to myself and curious about what those out there, will say back.

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[bisection]

There is no reason.

I am not like my brother. I cannot purify things. I have nothing... 'special' about me, beyond my being here despite my death. I am just used to killing. There were times when I could 'take over' my brother's body. I guess it would be similar to... possession. And in those times, I would have to kill the distorted metabeings there. The things that were once people. A sword, a gun, my hands: I can use these things, but I have nothing 'special'.

But I know, at this point, if I really wanted to let myself unravel, someone would be dead. And I fear who it might be.

[facepalmchampion]

That's not true. You have something a lot of us don't have here, the drive to kill if you need to. Did you do it to protect him, your brother, yourself essentially or was it also the people around you?

That's why you do it in small steps. Small outbursts. Maybe even around people who you trust to stop you.

[bisection]

It was necessary to survive. Not only to keep from... being killed ourselves. But to eat. Those grotesque beings, and the corpses they left behind, were the only food there. It was necessary. But... I suppose, at times, there were others to protect, too. [ Really, it was just Alice, to the extent she needed protected considering what he understands her to be. ]

I... could try that. That man could stop me... as well as I could stop him, probably.

[facepalmchampion]

There were no ways to protect small farms? Or plant things in strategic places?

[[He's not asking with an intent to be sarcastic, it just sounds like something there has to be a reason for.]]

Whoever the vague man you're talking about, you should contact. I don't want to have to mop up the messes of others because none of us knew to have a small outlet. Please do us all the favour before it becomes a problem.

[bisection]

Who could? And where? Everything, everything is distorted. Grotesque. This place... Is the first time I have seen things like a garden first hand.

'Do us all a favor'. I see...

[ He supposes, even with no abilities, there were things only he could do. He isn't kind like his brother, or he doesn't think so. ]