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[leitstern]

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃:

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓁?

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁: 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹.

𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.

Comments

[leitstern]

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈.

𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒.

[satanicpanics]

hey, it wasn't my choice, dude. it's just what happened.
how is it any weirder than being reborn??

well
it could have been worse
probably

[ It was grizzly. ]

[leitstern]

𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃?

[Oh, that would be a tragedy. Oh, but it is probably some other childish reason.]

[satanicpanics]

yeah, you know
pretty sure in my world???
none of us get reborn

[ Shocking, he knows. ]

[leitstern]

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇𝓊𝓂.

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒?

[satanicpanics]

you know--i don't know

i always kind of figured i just don't get to go home

[leitstern]

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸. 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌.

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒.

[satanicpanics]

well shit, dude
what's the optimistic approach?

[leitstern]

𝒯𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈.

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈.