Be Kind, Be Cunning

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Aabria you absolute legend.

The woman who carved out a space for herself and her loved ones in blood, playing the pantomime of revolution to satisfy the fetishes of those she'd once have put on their knees on a different way entirely. She slits his throat because he's rich enough to survive it, rich enough to get off on the thrill of it, but they both know outside the scene that power goes where money leads.

A cybernetic hivemind cut off from itself, forced into shattering singularity by the fear and sensibilities of others. A fate they walked into willingly. Yet still they listen to the chorus, yet still they teach the dishwasher to sing, yet still they know noise to be better than silence.

Z offered less of himself in comparison to the others, cards more closely held to his chest, but there is still so much to be read in those layers of performative casualness, thoughtless entitlement, and apathy carved deep. Five families stand tall, one mountain above the rest, yet a pleasant chat with your mother sends you to a night of pleasures and substance and the most extreme escapism money can buy.

Matt DMs like a video game. You can go anywhere and do anything and there will be something really cool when you get there.

Aabria DMs like a movie. Relationships are just as much a part of the plot as the actual plot, and the camera shifts to capture that.

Brennan DMs like a novel. Stories weave in and out from each other, from the tiny to the profound, and everything connects to the greater whole in the end.

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