look at the sky.
taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.
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While homo sapiens assigns significance to a wide variety of genres of play (and subgenres within those categories) and individuals often entangle their self-identity with their choice of leisure activity, most games fit into one or more of these standard categories:
- Put other player(s) into a situation before they can put you into a situation (ie: chess, mahjong, counterstrike).
- Avoid putting yourself into a situation (ie: tetris, solitaire).
- Invent a situation that's interesting to be in (ie: sim city, blades in the dark)
- Interact with the world in satisfying ways (ie: skipping rocks, drumming)
- Repeat actions until a situation naturally develops (ie: runescape, manual labor)
This post has content warnings for: homophobic slur (brief, reclamatory).
You knew she was infected. The slight change in her mannerisms, her sudden distaste for the foods she used to love. That it wasn't really her anymore. But you didn't tell anyone, did you? And you still followed her into that dark, quiet corridor. You didn't resist when she pushed you against one of the facility's storage lockers, or when it started to kiss you, arms around your back. Or when the extra limbs followed. You simply kissed her back, greedily, even as an extra set of limbs wrapped around you. You probably didn't know why you were doing it, either.
But it did. When they posed the question, they did it in unison.
"Do you want to join us?"