Three Knitted Giant Ties

[grimmdark]

Around Mayfield, daytime. Open to all.

[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.

Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]

Comments

[heardeadpe0ple.livejournal.com]

I find it fun. There's no gates or meteors or your lusus being killed for the sake of the session.

And they haven't really harmed us yet.

[grimmdark]

Instead there is just all the pointless death you can imagine and next to no chances of escape. Certainly an improvement that shouldn't be overlooked.

I beg your pardon, for how long have you been here?

[heardeadpe0ple.livejournal.com]

People come back here though right? it isn't like having Jack kill all our dreamselves or dying back at home. Being dead is so tiresome. Although this might dampen my decision to stop being dead.

Not that long! Less then two human weeks I believe! But my friends have told me we're better off here.

[grimmdark]

Dying is dying regardless of the situations or attenuates. Coming back to life is a poor palliative for an otherwise avoidable outcome.

That's debatable, but I will say no more.

[heardeadpe0ple.livejournal.com]

Well, dying for me here will mean I come back as me. Dying back home left me basically soulless and depressing.

You humans seem to have a more peaceful lifestyle. I can understand why you would think that.