Random Autisitc Thoughts

Not only are they expensive, but based on the reference photos, they’re huge. I only have the money and space for one, and I like all of the Eeveelutions equally. With a quick “Eeny, meeny, miney, moe,” I land on my choice. Espeon.

I place my preorder. The expected delivery date is around late November.

I check the page as late November rolls around.

It is 20266.

I am struck with awareness, the knowledge I am alive. The door of my capsule hisses open, cool mist spilling out. With little else to do, I put my palms beneath me, and begin to sit up.

As far as I can see, there is nothing but other capsules. As far I as I can see, I am the only one with an open door. Panic seizes my mind.

I was promised a better life. A new life. A new Earth. Effective immortality. My body is failing me. I am 175 years old. The last thing I remember is a woman telling me that everything would be ok. I do not remember her name. I do not remember her face.

Before I can think further, something catches my eye. Something red, blaring. A monitor on wheels and a pole, situated beside my capsule. “EMERGENCY—VERIFICATION REQUIRED” “EMERGENCY—VERIFICATION REQUIRED”.

I lean closer. Closer. As my misty breath reaches the screen, light extends from a widget at the top, scanning my face. The red fades. Something new appears.

I got this fluffy creature from the Pokemon Center ™. This beast. It’s comfy, it’s a friend, and I love it.

YOU CAN’T BE THERE LANCER! THAT ISN’T FROM DELTARUNE! YOU DON’T FIT! YOU DON’T BELONG THERE! YOU AREN’T USEFUL THERE!

LANCER!

It’s official. LOVE WINS at Chicago Midway International Aiport

Edit: I looked away for one minute, and someone fucking crucified Green Pippins

I love how both Omori and Deltarune use an “objective” narrator filtered through an unreliable POV character. I live for that sweet, sweet subtext.

I will use this writing style for evil, such as having a main character with body dysmorphia lack any description of themself. Any time they pass a reflective surface, all that’s written is “they turned their head from the (x)”, and any description of their appearance only mentions their large clothes, as well as accessories that hide their facial features; a hat, sunglasses, etc.