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2024-12-15 20:49:45
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Posted by ID #99
Last edit: 2025-11-17 14:13:51

It was all so utterly unfamiliar now.

Cold, too, the steel buildings had absorbed all of the frigid air following the storm. Asphalt ached, cracked under the weight of the glowing city. Prison planet was gone.

2024-12-15 20:50:48
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Posted by ID #2
Last edit: 2024-12-22 21:52:36

Though somewhat difficult to navigate, you're able to trace back a familiar path, following some striking artwork lining the walls of the stories-high alleyway.
The machine is still there, too, but it seems unpowered now.
Above it, new graffiti. The first in a while.

Metapraxi
2024-12-15 20:51:46
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Posted by ID #64
Last edit: 2024-12-15 20:52:13
...Something weighs heavy on you. You stop and stare at it, for... just a moment.
......
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2024-12-15 20:52:02
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Posted by ID #64
Last edit: 2024-12-15 20:52:19
"Hey!"
"Woah, hey, nonono, don't worry I didn't mean to surprise you! It's alright! Uh, i'm alright. Really."
"Uhh, hah. Sorry about that. I'm really surprised to see any of you guys still around here. You weren't waiting around for me, were you?"
"I... really appreciate that. Thanks. And, well, y'know. Sorry I had to show up under these circumstances."
"For real! Don't worry about me. I chose this. For myself! I really did. Because, y'know, no weight holding me down anymore. Like, check this out!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"Like...!! I can go now. I'm done! I can just make for the sake of making. I have a voice now. I'm finally just... me. You know?"
"It just took, uh..."
"...."
"Well. It was, going to happen eventually. I knew that a long time ago. Nothing that I was doing was going to sustain itself, much less my body..."
"So i'm just glad I had the other half waiting for me back here."
The metaparxi "reaches" over to the top of the vending machine, their body sliding along the top as they motion.
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2024-12-15 20:54:29
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Posted by ID #99
Last edit: 2025-11-17 14:15:30
"It's happened before, that much wasn't hard to tell. But I wouldn't let the same organization that stripped me bare use me like that. Not just my work, but my body.
I just tried to do what I knew best. Hid it in plain sight. Tried to... quietly start over without relying on others. It was hard."
"And I know I had everything. Food, money, shelter... people would kill to do what I do. And I was employed, I was making art, but... was that... me?"
"Couldn't tell if they had my best interests in mind. I don't think they'd even know what those are. I was embarrassed that, after everything i'd put into becoming an artist, nothing felt fulfilling. I was an asset.

So I left."
"But this? This is what I love. Not for industry, but for the people who are here and pay attention. I wouldn't have gotten to meet any of you otherwise. I'm glad all of you guys are safe. Despite, uh..."
"So, hey! I'm glad you came back. And I just want you to know, it can be hard sometimes. It's difficult. Sometimes I get... lost in this city. But I can recognize myself again."
"So don't worry. And thanks for listening."
"By the way, didja know my commissions are open?"

The metaparxi retrieves a blank worm from behind the machine. It looks like it was eating garbage, but allows itself to be picked up...
"Ha! Just kidding. Consider this a thanks for listening to my sob story. Just tell me what you'd like. I've got every pallete in the world right here."
"By the way, you can call me Bones. Now... where were we?"
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