Tsuki no Kage
First time out of the vault
another day had passed.
another week since they survived the mutants' attack.
another month since they ran out of clean, undistilled water.
another year since they decided to settle there, in the middle of the waste.
another century since they survived the apocalypse of their own creation.
another eon since they started living in what they called society.
man, their time scale is so exponential.
they are stubborn. i knew that since they first rose on their two feet and used their hands for other purposes than eating, fending off, and gripping.
they had survived a lot of happenings. the plague, the world wars, SGDS, Tangram, are but a few. they are always on the losing side, no matter what they do to prevent it. yet they survived all that. i can be nothing but to be impressed.
my friend occasionally drops by, between his worldwide jobs. he often wondered in awe on how many he had taken in a single occasion, just for a trivial reason or mistake. i just laughed and said my usual words.
they are stubborn, for certain. they had tried; or hoped to, i can't tell; countlessly on bending The Divine Laws with no avail. yet they never cease on doing that. incests, cults, homosexualism, suicides, are but small examples.
or maybe they survived because of that?
i can't tell. they are far too enigmatic to be predicted. yet they are so stagnant... they always repeat their mistakes. i can't tell how He can created them this perfect.
well, i'd love to mingle and learn their way, but this task He had given is far too precious to be left alone.
so i think i'll just sit tight here, spin the wheel, grab a cup of heavenly coffee, and see what they'll do next.
---note---
this is my continuation of "ever the same". btw, can you guess elements of other games in this fic?
another week since they survived the mutants' attack.
another month since they ran out of clean, undistilled water.
another year since they decided to settle there, in the middle of the waste.
another century since they survived the apocalypse of their own creation.
another eon since they started living in what they called society.
man, their time scale is so exponential.
they are stubborn. i knew that since they first rose on their two feet and used their hands for other purposes than eating, fending off, and gripping.
they had survived a lot of happenings. the plague, the world wars, SGDS, Tangram, are but a few. they are always on the losing side, no matter what they do to prevent it. yet they survived all that. i can be nothing but to be impressed.
my friend occasionally drops by, between his worldwide jobs. he often wondered in awe on how many he had taken in a single occasion, just for a trivial reason or mistake. i just laughed and said my usual words.
they are stubborn, for certain. they had tried; or hoped to, i can't tell; countlessly on bending The Divine Laws with no avail. yet they never cease on doing that. incests, cults, homosexualism, suicides, are but small examples.
or maybe they survived because of that?
i can't tell. they are far too enigmatic to be predicted. yet they are so stagnant... they always repeat their mistakes. i can't tell how He can created them this perfect.
well, i'd love to mingle and learn their way, but this task He had given is far too precious to be left alone.
so i think i'll just sit tight here, spin the wheel, grab a cup of heavenly coffee, and see what they'll do next.
---note---
this is my continuation of "ever the same". btw, can you guess elements of other games in this fic?