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Entry tags:
- also my boss rode in on a satanic mecha,
- being the errand boy is suffering,
- city hate levels: rising,
- it's called the flamer road,
- my dead mentor came and all i got,
- not even a t-shirt to show for it,
- super-shounen all up in here,
- trauma trauma trauma,
- where is my fucking boss,
- yes she's wearing thigh-knives
☀ VIDEO
[ from the recording, the noise boils out of the speakers in a torrent of shrieks and chanting and drums. impressions are almost shockingly crisp: the vaulted ceilings, torches leering from the dark, carved idols with all their spines and horns. figures flicker in and out of focus as the recording darts past—stripped bare, every one. well, it's only manners in a cult to go naked to a ritual sacrifice, isn't it?
the tide of sound rises. they're shouting a single name. Esaimu, Esaimu, Esaimu—! ]
[ then, of course, the camera zeroes in to a figure on the outskirts. for a boy surrounded by naked women, he sure looks traumatised. ]
E... saimu...
[ meanwhile, very clearly from the present— ]
I'm totally gonna wreck the video on this thing. How'd it even get inside my mind?!
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[ the syllables run together fast, raw and a little bitter. but it passes, and he relaxes a bit. ]
Like it matters now—at least I got out of it without them cursing me.
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