What I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, I don't feel any shame about the fact that the game turned out to be a disaster. It's a tragedy, honestly but, at least I had that damn T-1000 to kick around. I might have stayed away had I not, of course.
... What I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, I do have a few new ideas going forward (I think) and hope to return to my former hobby.
Thank you for reading. This post is intended as general introduction to the Diaspora-themed art I do. I would appreciate feedback regarding what works, what doesn't, and what you really like or don't like about what I do. I am constantly looking forward to talking with you and seeing your reactions.
... what I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, I was a good fighter. I knew how to use my powers. But in some way, I was a real human being, even if I lived in a video game. The game wasn't real. It wasn't even real to my eyes. It was only a series of lines of code, a series of words on a page, and a series of actions. When I died, the game ended. This made me feel less a part of it , and maybe the game stopped making a profit from me. But at the same time, it made me feel real. And I got a new job, which still pays my rent, and I started to notice that, in some strange way, I got to be a part of the real world. In fact, I had a new job, which paid me more money than the first
... ... what I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, I don't know if I would really have enjoyed the game any other way. For me, though, it was a game about death. It was a game about an immortal being, who had just died of a mysterious disease, and now had to live his eternal life surrounded by his own family, all while enduring the worst of their suffering, which included the loss of all his limbs. The death of one would not bring him true peace, and what was the point of living if one didn't want peace? This is a game about pain, that will likely make you cry. It's about people with disabilities, who lose things they take for granted, such as the ability to move about, to think, and all aspects of their lives. It's a game about the pain of dying, as well as the pain of loss.
... ... ... what I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, _______ _______ has made it to the same age. And I will remain here in perpetual misery until I die. All I do is try and protect myself from the reality that I am just a product of the game. It was my fault for even starting it. No one ever took my hand, except my game. As a kid, I hated the game. As an adult, I think it ruined me. I don't know if I was ever good at it, but I still didn't play as often as I should have. So now there's no hope anymore. That's what I need. This is the last game anyone should ever be allowed to play. This game, this game, is too evil. It should be banned. It should be destroyed. It's the kind of thing we should never see again. It was
... ... ... ... what I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, I'm no long the person that played the game as an infant boy, only to have it turn into a world-beating experience, only to have it turn into what I considered a world-beating experience, only to have it turn completely into nothing, only to have it all turn into an endless, meaningless, meaningless death, only to have it all turn into one more death. I'm an adult now. I had the chance to die a happy, dignified death, and I took it.
... ... ... ... ... what I did not realize at the time was that, with the death of the game, I too would fade. How could I have known that I was only a product of the game, not a real human being? Oh well. On the other hand, it turns out that I will eventually fade too! That, and I was able to see the light of another day as I found the most beautiful woman with whom I have ever been involved. That's my story after all, don't you ever get tired of telling yourself that?
Posted by Jule at 9:55
PS: Seymour and Chalmers hate love letters.