IG's FiresideBall Chat Number One
A'ight. As a personal opinon response to thejoke ridiculous crap shit going on in our peachy little court system with
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THE NORTH PACIFIC vs. INDIEGIRL
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I would like to tell y'all a story:
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It's a funny thing, watching a once-friend fall...up. So convinced that weaseling their purposes, machinations, into a full-fledged communal shunning, backed by law and powerful allies somehow makes all that they're doing feel so right to them. To watch them search fervently for the answer, which comes rapping at the door only to hear them shout, "Go away! I'm looking for the answer!" and the answer goes away.
It's a funny thing.
The answer is, at the end of the day, the Ass goes home to himself and his Grudges. And that's the thing that he really resents.
A'ight. As a personal opinon response to the
(cue booming People's Court announcer voice)
THE NORTH PACIFIC vs. INDIEGIRL
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I would like to tell y'all a story:
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Once upon a time there was this Girl. She fell in love with a Boy. Who also happened to be in love with her.
The Boy and the Girl met at this really cool place where they both happened to hang out. A small hideout way up in the virtual mountains. Owned and operated by a proprietor who went by the name "Blackwolf."
Said Boy and Girl wound up talking a lot, interacting with each other and becoming rather good friends. Your standard love-prep scenario. Romance and whatnot eventually ensued. But the relationship was not to be. The Girl wasn't completely honest, and the Boy was, in all honesty, ajerkAss. (Which was ironic.)
The split-up was hard. Miscommunicative, misunderstood, and silent. In all of that quiet and brooding over slighted feelings, the Girl sowed and reaped despair while the Ass bore and nurtured a hairy, growling Grudge. (The Girl should have seen this coming, because the evidence of previous Grudges was scrawled in bloody gashes across several other relationships of his she'd witnessed.)
In the interim of the beginning and ending of this tragic romance, the Girl had encouraged the Boy's removal to her native land, a place called The North Pacific. He came enthusiastically and entrenched himself in the community that was not his land of birth. It was a time of fun and laughter.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. And this good thing ended with a crash and burning. The Girl fled the land, wishing to disassociate her from all the painful memories seared into the things she loved by the taint of his presence. The Ass reveled in his new domain.
Unexpected, and fitfully, (as she was wont to be) the Girl returned. She missed her friends and neighbors. The happy home that she had grown to become a blissful part of. She had wandered far and wide and felt no country with the same draw as the place of her birth. Upon returning, she was quick to realize that the Ass had not forgiven her of their misunderstanding. Every step she took, she was tracked and hounded by the enormous monstrous Grudge the Ass would sic on her. No corner she turned was empty of it flying feral, rabid in her face. It was, for all intents and purposes, uncomfortable. This - piled upon the woe betiding her other life - robbed, raped, and pillaged her once-refuge. She understood that he wanted her miserable. She understood that she would never be forgiven. She was forced to leave again.
She returned: reborn, stronger, more herself, and more ready to face the Ass and his Grudge than she had heretofore been. Once again she was assimilated into the warm embrace of friends and family. She learned to laugh at and ignore the Grudge when she felt its presence nipping at her heels. It had grown fat and lazy in her absence, with it's prey so far out of reach. The Ass however, settled upon his own sarcastic antics to convince the Girl that her presence was unwanted, resented by him. As she talked with, bonded, and befriended the natives; settled in comfortably, reestablishing herself and proving that she had moved on, the Ass nurtured his discomfort into deeper loathing, and sharpened his sting of resentment.
How dare she get over him. How dare she be happy, find happiness, enjoy herself in a home he had very literally fought her from.
And more - how dare she love again. You see, the girl had met a New Boy. An Old Friend, and they talked. They laughed. They flirted, and perhaps, in it, the Ass saw something more real than what he had shared with her as a Boy. He disliked the way she could be herself and still find someone who wanted that. Who grew to know her, and love her in a way similar to his, and yet wholly different. It irked him to see her smiling, and know he had no part in it. To see that the parts of him once carved into her had scarred over and grown smoothe. That she didn't overattend her wounds and keep them open, the way he was so wont to do with his own.
It was this that prompted the Ass to find occasion to remind her of his presence. Of the fact that he had the power to make her miserable. He wanted her failures in her face, and he wanted to be the one to shove them there. He, perhaps without realizing it and in a rather indirect way, wanted to see her hurting. He wanted her friends to see her the way he saw her and to flay her alive with her flaws, with her brokenness. Finagling his way into the cogs and gears of the machines she had to live with.
Oh, but it was cunning, wasn't it? The guise so wholly unpretentious - so right. So, so civic minded. How the Ass would enjoy the look at her from horseback, trodding his high road. To see her stripped and ragged, pleaing for some sort of understanding. What a sight it would be, no?
It's a funny thing, watching a once-friend fall...up. So convinced that weaseling their purposes, machinations, into a full-fledged communal shunning, backed by law and powerful allies somehow makes all that they're doing feel so right to them. To watch them search fervently for the answer, which comes rapping at the door only to hear them shout, "Go away! I'm looking for the answer!" and the answer goes away.
It's a funny thing.
The answer is, at the end of the day, the Ass goes home to himself and his Grudges. And that's the thing that he really resents.