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WEEK 0 MINGLE
POPULATION: 37
Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base and it’s the start of a new week!
After the events of the day before and the meet and greet provided by four new Avatars, you may find yourself wondering how you can get in touch with them again. Fear not. One look at your handy dandy cell phone will reveal eight new contacts added to your directory. Feel free to shoot them a message. You may be surprised.
But before you get too far, perhaps it’s worth checking out the base once more. Those locked rooms from the days before have been unlocked, free for exploration. In addition, should occupants visit the central elevator they will find the elevator in working order (and flame-free) and that a new floor has opened. Take a look, familiarize yourself, and make yourself comfortable. Life on the base is a happy place.
And speaking of happiness…it’s funny. For the rest of the week, all who reside on the base will be inflicted with little feelings of hope and happiness, a belief that they can manifest almost anything. This week, all will discover that any mundane thing they hope for will be at their disposal...though do be careful. Those small wishes may come to fruition in ways you don't expect. For example, wishing for a year's supply of sushi may net you one astronomically large sushi roll. An eyeshadow palette may provide you with samples of actual colored eyelids. And a punching bag could be mistaken for a bag full of confetti instead.
May all your hopes and dreams come true, everyone.
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Right. The Divine Comedy -- don't you think that's such an apt name?
[ Life is a joke. Religion is a joke. Let's just laugh and drink our way to Hell -- death to the doctors and drink to the Devil. ]
Oh, so many things. [ He shrugs! ] A being is only bound as much by two things -- their physical limits, and their moral limits. Physical limits are objective, no matter how hard you try, you just can't do what you're not capable of. Moral, or subjective limits, are different.
To kill a man once, the largest hurdle is only the first kill. Once you're past that, "God is dead" -- the illusion, broken.
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[A comedy, through and through! Of course, the jester would laugh at this. Humanity, civilizations, gods. All patently ridiculous at their core.]
What an interesting way of looking at things. You are suggesting there is a boundary that will eventually be crossed at some point for both, if one pushes themselves to the edge. Hahahaha. Ahaha, yes, murder is certainly such a boundary. Past that point, its a rolling hill downwards. Hell has never been so inviting.
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He laughs, hollowly, now knowing there are more concrete "gods" out there, and none are forgiving. ]
The "boundary" is also a man-made construct. There's no real anything that stops a man from taking whatever he wants except this thing we created called "morals". And I suppose, if you look deeply into the most base of instincts, "self-interest". [ He tilts the tea in his cup as he speaks, watching the liquid swirl around. ] Look no further for proof than the standard profile of serial killers -- kill an animal first, and when that becomes dissatisfying, kill a man. And if that's not enough, drag the entire world into it and seek infamy for your actions.
[ Ah... he's so tired. Steven raises a hand to his forehead, sighing.
The world is such a horrible, horrible place. ]
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[And of course, they know that too well. Corruption, twisting people into monsters, allowing them to achieve the basest needs, desires, wants, sins at the bottom of their terrible hearts.]
Hahaha! One wonders how the world has not collapsed in on itself, if its inhabitants are this wild and ruthless at their cores.
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[ A light chuckle, like he's laughing that off. What the fuck does it all mean -- it's all too much for him. He himself is human, after all. Hopefully. ]
Just barely held together by the one in a million truly "good" people, is all. If Devils must exist, then so surely must Angels. [ It's impossible to place the denotation of "Evil" unless there is a comparative "Good". ]
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[A repeat of what Steven said, but a repeat worth mentioning.]
Oh, ohh, but even angels can be cruel as well! Devils and angels are hardly adversaries at their essence. Lucifer was a fallen angel himself too, hm! Just two sides of the same coin, ever pretending they're different! And so the same goes for humans! Good people...bad people...these labels mean nothing, in the end. All we can be sure of is the fallibility of the human soul.
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[ He removes his hand, taking a moment to drink more tea. ] Yeah. "Satan" as we know it was just an angel who disagreed with God -- and Mastema, too, is an angel known as the father of evil, tempter of humans to test their faith. [ Testing faith. The thin wire. Ever-teetering. He feels like tea just won't cut it.
In the dark of his mind, he sees a small flame. That flicker, a red light, ruby bright, a beacon. Thanks, Hope Effect! It's subtle, but it helps. He huffs a quiet laugh. ]
Now, what would we do, really, without those infallibles.
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[There's a bit of a strangely knowing smile, here. Yes...Lucifer, indeed. And he, dancing alongside the devil.]
...Infallibles? Are you thinking of something in particular?
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...If God, or the gods, are all-powerful, then why create an angel that rebels, a race that is imperfect and sinful, one that can become disillusioned and go against their very creator?
[ Irony... and also, plentiful sacrilege indeed. Especially from someone who wears like, five silver crosses on their body. ]
Infallibles, you know. Like my boss. Or to speak in a more generic sense [ as in "something", ] -- "hope". No matter how low mankind sinks... it never seems to die out.