[ he understands intimately that you get matching earrings with your bros as of (looks at watch) two days ago
no but he does notice those. interesting.... ]
...Really drives home the point this is fake, doesn't it? [ wrinkling his nose. ] The - resort, was supposed to be this, a simulation, but it was a lot better at making up people, apparently. That was just insulting, for your friend.
Oh, no - place I was before. Damned resort, Key Nueve. [ his terrible resort game! ] Which - at least it had the outdoors. Sort of. Fake, simulated outdoors, I suppose.
[ a wave of his hand. ]
Apparently, it's not bad at making places, if you wanted to try that? I used it to do some practice earlier.
[ he does not want to think about key nueve ever again, but after a begrudging moment, he'll tap into the simulation, eventually pulling up... the plaza of a city! it's big and neon and strohl just looks kind of tired standing there, hands on his hips, sticking out like a sore thumb. ]
Many people died, yes. But I don't think it was quite like yours... We had many "Thursday adventures" and some people returned dead from those.
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But it turned out that everyone had to die anyway for us to leave. In fact, we were the ones who had to make traps so that we could bring the living over to our side. I did feel a little bad about it, but we tried to make it as painless as possible.
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Just exploring. [ huh. ] Friend of yours...? Poorly generated, I take it.
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[ Seodore turns, and the gold earrings shine with the light, which seems like an identical copy to the simulation man had on his ears. ]
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no but he does notice those. interesting.... ]
...Really drives home the point this is fake, doesn't it? [ wrinkling his nose. ] The - resort, was supposed to be this, a simulation, but it was a lot better at making up people, apparently. That was just insulting, for your friend.
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Hm? The resort? I don't suppose you're talking about the airport here being a resort...
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Oh, no - place I was before. Damned resort, Key Nueve. [ his terrible resort game! ] Which - at least it had the outdoors. Sort of. Fake, simulated outdoors, I suppose.
[ a wave of his hand. ]
Apparently, it's not bad at making places, if you wanted to try that? I used it to do some practice earlier.
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Well, I don't have any places in mind, but I would like to see the place where you were.
[ Show him the fake final destination ]
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Ugh.
[ he does not want to think about key nueve ever again, but after a begrudging moment, he'll tap into the simulation, eventually pulling up... the plaza of a city! it's big and neon and strohl just looks kind of tired standing there, hands on his hips, sticking out like a sore thumb. ]
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Wow... And you're telling me all this was fake? It looks like it's out of a sci-fi story...
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[ he looks warily at the nearest light pole, like he's half expecting it to fall over. ]
's right, though. All simulated.
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[ Seodore was about to say "like final destination", but let's not get TOO meta already. ]
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Yeah. You were in one of the short ones too, weren't you? Not a thing where you were?
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But it turned out that everyone had to die anyway for us to leave. In fact, we were the ones who had to make traps so that we could bring the living over to our side. I did feel a little bad about it, but we tried to make it as painless as possible.
[ our freakin lms aris ]