To: Everyone; From: Anonymous

[endcaller]

[At first Fandaniel wasn't sure what to make of the text that sometimes swam into his vision. Since his arrival he's learned about the supposed connection the Summoned have to the Singularity and has decided that this strange way of communicating must be based on this connection.

He isn't sure what exactly this system is or how it works but he decides to test it anyway. What scientist could resist?

His message to the other Summoned is meant entirely to test this communication method and satisfy his curiosity. He is not just trying to entertain himself at someone else's expense, surely not...

The following bits of text are in excessively flowery cursive that appears every few minutes over the course of more than an hour. The disjointedness is meant to be purposefully irritating.

With focus, he disguises his identity, making himself anonymous.]

Nobody every listens to me.

Nobody ever notices me.

Everywhere I go I am ignored.

It is hardly fair.

I am, after all, the greatest story teller among my people. Did you know that? Of course not.

Here is a story.

This is the story of an enchanted kingdom, ruled by a wise and powerful emperor.

He commanded a vast empire and the most powerful military in the world but do you know what he valued most?

No, not coin, not land, but flowers. He acquired flowers from every conquered nation and brought them back to his gardens.

But there was one flower he did not have. It was a Reekblossom, a blossoming weed that smelled of sewage but was highly valuable due to its rarity.

It thrived only on a mountain in the one bit of land this emperor did not command. The nation that held the mountain could not match his military might but did have itself surrounded by a magical barrier maintained by the power of its tutelary deities.

How could he pierce it? Of course you know the answer... he could not.

So he conquered the entire rest of the world and then what did he do? Did he sit in satisfaction upon his throne?

No, that was not his nature.

That flower still haunted him. Finally, he decided he would turn his army upon the barrier.

For a thousand years his weapons pummeled the shield, then, at last, they pierced it!

His army invaded the land, and he was finally able to obtain the Reekblossom.

Overjoyed to have the last flower he needed for his garden, the emperor returned to his palace and planted it in the--

Hey!

You're ignoring me, aren't you?

Every time.

Comments

also to everyone

[itookashot]

Seconded. What in the world was that.

you saw nothing

[chosenfordarkness]

this emperor sounds like kind of a wimp. 'i can conquer everything, but i'm thwarted by a stinky flower.'

i saw nothing!

[itookashot]

Wasn't thwarted by the flower, was thwarted by the magical mountain shield. To be fair, I think the story is a cautionary tale about how people want what they can't have and destroy everything thinking it'll make them happy, but it won't because the callous of spirit aren't capable of being happy.

Just guessing. Can you imagine working for him though? What a prick.

[chosenfordarkness]

One could argue that he was because his obsession to obtain it consumed him.

This chump is asking for a rebellion.

[itookashot]

I can't believe he made it so far without getting his head chopped off, honestly. I'm a little disappointed about it.

[chosenfordarkness]

'a wise and powerful emperor' sounds like propaganda to me.

[itookashot]

WAIT.

What if this fellow is the Emperor. Emperor Reeks a Lot.

[chosenfordarkness]

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

I really hope he and his flowers are happy before his army turns on him for a long and pointless battle over a plant he 'really wanted'.

[itookashot]

Can you imagine being taken to another world and the first thing you decide to say in a place everyone can read is a long-winded tale about spending a thousand years trying to get a flower no one cares about.

To be fair to Emperor Reeks, we ARE giving the attention that was craved.

[chosenfordarkness]

What a pretentious asshole.

[itookashot]

I think I'm most disappointed in his guards. A thousand years and no one stabbed him properly. That's just unprofessional.

[chosenfordarkness]

There's no way someone didn't try at some point.

[itookashot]

Oh sure, but they failed. No one remembers the losers, only the winners, or so my best friend likes to say.

This way of communicating is so surreal.

[chosenfordarkness]

I can't say that I like it, feels too intimate.

[itookashot]

I just don't like there seems to be no say in it. It appears. It's interesting, better than letters for certain, but it feels a bit invasive, yeah. Like they've put something in my head.

[chosenfordarkness]

no offense to them, but I already have enough going on in my head, I don't need sporadic, glittery text in my line of sight.

[itookashot]

I thought I was going crazy the first time, for certain.

[chosenfordarkness]

What's to say that we're not all under a mass delusion?

you know what? I don't want to think about that either.

[itookashot]

That's a big high brow, I'd be more inclined to say I'm the one delusioned and all of you are figments of my very impressive imagination.

[chosenfordarkness]

This is one incredibly detailed delusion. I'm almost impressed.

[itookashot]

You should be, my imagination knows no bounds!

[chosenfordarkness]

We'll have to put that to the test.

[itookashot]

In truth, more people would be naked if it was my imagination, so there's that one flaw to the theory.

[chosenfordarkness]

Ha ha. In some cases, I'm sure the fantasy is better than reality. For all we know, they could be four jawas in a robe.

[itookashot]

What's a jawa?