damn. blaseball

So I've gathered that the Blaseball fandom is particularly good at organizing this kinda stuff. That and my first attempt to get rid of Jaylen (which btw the idea was that people would be too lazy to explain Blaseball and just vote batman) only served to spread this blog throughout said fandom more then any other other fandom featured on this blog.

if the eclipse was happening last year i would have so many thoughts about postcanon players living their normal (“normal”) lives trying to carve out a place in the world after only playing blaseball for literal decades. after a while you finally found a sense of security but the game never actually leaves you and every once in a while there’s something that shoves you right back onto the field. so it’s a random afternoon in april and people are talking about a total solar eclipse like it’s a rare scientific phenomenon and not something that killed a dozen of your friends twenty years ago. and nobody else knows that because nobody else remembers so you’re trying very hard to be fine with it and pretend like it’s a cool novelty like all of your new friends and new coworkers are. but then you meet the eyes of someone who Remembers, who was around for as long as you were (one of the only ones still left), and you know that they’re feeling the same bone-deep terror that you are.

BONUS QUESTION!