No one read it back home 'cause it was a fuckin' blog and they had to find it on the internet. You just force broadcasted your long-ass ramblin' into dozens of people's heads, of course people read it. If I scrawled out the Constitution onto every fuckin' thing you saw, don't you think you'd wind up readin' some of it?
[ Her tone strongly implies that this is all extremely obvious, that even a child would have understood this fact. Honestly, even if he had just rambled about cheese for the same length, people would have started yelling at him, because it's incredibly rude to take up people's vision with lots of writing they can't opt out of seeing.
With an exasperated sigh, she blinks a few times, trying to quickly work all of this out in her head. At the same time, the Singularity's consciousness weighs heavily against hers, the indeterminate cacophony from the blob feeding off it and filling the space between her ears. She can barely think around it all, but she doesn't have a choice. ]
I don't know where you are or how long you been in Abraxas, but you need to learn somethin' real goddamn fast. Don't put spotlights on folks, no matter how cool you think they are. You don't know everyone who's readin' those messages. You don't know who's gonna turn around and blab it all to the nutjobs bringin' us here. And you don't know what they might do to us if they decide they want our cool powers or abilities or whatever for themselves. But I do know, and I ain't about to get crosshairs on me 'cause some dipshit saw somethin' they shouldn't've.
[ She leans in a bit closer, not paying attention to the fact that she is holding a shotgun in between them. If he gets poked, all the better. ] Now you listen real close to what I'm about to tell you. You never met me. You don't know my name. And you were fuckin' wrong about the sweater. Rhy made himself that sweater. End of story. And if I hear a single fuckin' word from anyone that says they heard otherwise outta you, I will make you wish you never learned how to fuckin' talk in the first place. And don't think you're safe just 'cause we ain't in the same place. The borders ain't stopped me yet.
[ Taking a step back, she lowers her gun and tucks it under her arm, then furiously snatches several candy bars from the display in front of the counter in one hand. She doesn't actually want them, she's just angry. ] And I'm takin' these, fuckface.
[ She turns on her heel and stomps back out of the gas station. ]
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[ Her tone strongly implies that this is all extremely obvious, that even a child would have understood this fact. Honestly, even if he had just rambled about cheese for the same length, people would have started yelling at him, because it's incredibly rude to take up people's vision with lots of writing they can't opt out of seeing.
With an exasperated sigh, she blinks a few times, trying to quickly work all of this out in her head. At the same time, the Singularity's consciousness weighs heavily against hers, the indeterminate cacophony from the blob feeding off it and filling the space between her ears. She can barely think around it all, but she doesn't have a choice. ]
I don't know where you are or how long you been in Abraxas, but you need to learn somethin' real goddamn fast. Don't put spotlights on folks, no matter how cool you think they are. You don't know everyone who's readin' those messages. You don't know who's gonna turn around and blab it all to the nutjobs bringin' us here. And you don't know what they might do to us if they decide they want our cool powers or abilities or whatever for themselves. But I do know, and I ain't about to get crosshairs on me 'cause some dipshit saw somethin' they shouldn't've.
[ She leans in a bit closer, not paying attention to the fact that she is holding a shotgun in between them. If he gets poked, all the better. ] Now you listen real close to what I'm about to tell you. You never met me. You don't know my name. And you were fuckin' wrong about the sweater. Rhy made himself that sweater. End of story. And if I hear a single fuckin' word from anyone that says they heard otherwise outta you, I will make you wish you never learned how to fuckin' talk in the first place. And don't think you're safe just 'cause we ain't in the same place. The borders ain't stopped me yet.
[ Taking a step back, she lowers her gun and tucks it under her arm, then furiously snatches several candy bars from the display in front of the counter in one hand. She doesn't actually want them, she's just angry. ] And I'm takin' these, fuckface.
[ She turns on her heel and stomps back out of the gas station. ]