TEST DRIVE MEME

[bibliofilo]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> NEW YEARS. What better way to start out the new year than to learn that everything you know is a lie? Or if you are already acquainted with the network pass out some resolutions.
> A food fight has just broken out in the cafeteria. Join? Flee? The choice is yours alone.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

Comments

[and_taxes]

A few of the bystanders had glanced his way and found themselves entirely unwilling to believe there was anything out of the ordinary about him, and their attention has drifted to the man gawping at him or, in many cases, back to the vital task of procuring food and drink.

For his part Bill glances about and checks behind him, but it doesn't look like this man's looking at anything else. Drat. He has to think of a way to handle this.

When he's trying not to use The Voice, he sounds rather meek. "Not bullshit at all. There is a sale today."

And then he has to pause. It's never occurred to him to wonder about the term before, but surrounded as he is by dairy... "I would think agriculturally bullshit would be considered a positive, and entirely inevitable. It is also very real. Quite a drift in meaning."

[umbrael]

Well - at least - it sounds less threatening now?

He's silent through the pause, trying to process what the giant skeleton just said to him, really, and when it's his turn to talk he just - opens his mouth. And closes it a little, then opens it again, closes it faster this time, and he finds himself - honestly, pondering the skeleton's words. He wouldn't be the first person in the history of his world, his past life's world, and surely the skeleton's world, to reflect on the wisdom of Death, even if it wasn't exactly the most glamourous observation to muse upon.

Where I'm getting with this, is, when Doyle opens his mouth again, it's to say, absolutely serious: "Huh. You know, I never thought about that before."

He rubs his chin as he contemplates language some more, its gradual shift over time, and how old this made him all feel (despite not actually being that old at all, in this life).

It's safe to say that this isn't how the scholars of his past life would have imagined a meeting between their living god and Death would go. Somewhere, a reptilian philosopher has lost a bet.

[and_taxes]

The entity that had once been and might one day again be the Stealer of Souls, Defeater of Empires, Swallower of Oceans, the Ultimate Reality, Harvester of Mankind, "Picker-Up of Unconsidered Trifles" etc, was relieved. He never knew what to do when someone freaked out. It so rarely happened!

"Cattle were once a signifier of wealth, too. Perhaps it is because of cities? I find many things are." People cramming together in stacks had downsides, he'd always known this, but it was becoming harder to recall the upsides.