the thing no one tells you about working for chaos deities is that it’s some of the most logical, excessively progressive work you’ll ever be faced with. You take and make leaps and bounds that are horrifying, just flying over fucking chasms as if you’re on fucking speed, because you are, and the moment you are able to pull yourself to shore, panting and puking and passing out in your own fear and filth or babbling mania, the moment you start to slowly get back to your feet
you are kicked back in
or the ground gives way and you’re back in the drink
or the world inverses and the land becomes water
or you just pull yourself, cackling, back in anyway and it turns into land into a Porsche into an 8bit livingroom into a book into nothingness into a frog into the water again but now you’re the book the livingroom the frog the porsche and then yourself in your livingroom laughing screaming actually just sitting there blinking and going “... oh fuck you guys” while your deities high five over your head, giggling
