I don't know how I'd prove my own existence to you, so I can't really say.
I mean I could punch you, that'd probably work. But I don't like to do that too often. As much as a part of me does want to punch people consistently.
Last time I punched someone, they were completely surprised, and pretty torn up about it. I gave them ice cream, and apologised profusely since it was an impulsive act.
... Haven't seen her since, though.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI wouldn't. Really. A smoke daemon gave me diseases.
-sip-
Anyways. There isn't any way to prove that you're real or unreal. It's all perception. Punching me is a perception. I only know you punched me insofar as my senses are showing, 'hey, my scary half-brother punched me,' and that's... like... mmn!
I think I'm getting more lucid. Or lucider? I can reason, I have my faculties, it's just that I cannot trust what is external and not hnnvghnnm...
-mumbling to herself-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIMain Room (Survivor Aichi)
-Doctor...?-
"There's one around here somewhere, I think... I don't know—"
-...Wait. He just got hit by an extreme sense of deja vu.-
"...I... think I said that to someone...?"
-Did someone ask him about a doctor before he collapsed? This is strange...-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 12th 2018 at 3:26:27 AM
-Vikki pops her head through the broken window.-
Oh my, vat is zis? A broken vindow! Zis is a serious safety hazard! Zis place juscht keeps getting vorse, ja Herr Knudd?
-Gesturing towards Survivor Aichi.-
Herr Butler, zis is unacceptable!
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."Main Room (Survivor Aichi)
-W-Wait, who is this little girl?-
"H-Huh?"
-...'Butler'...?-
-He looks over to Margaret, and shakes his head.-
"No... I don't remember meeting her..."
-He then looks back over to Vikki.-
"I, um... think you might have me mistaken with someone else..."
-VIKKI, THIS GUY'S A MESS! LOOK AT HIS HAIR AND HIS CLOTHES AND EVERYTHING-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 12th 2018 at 3:32:49 AM
Wow, it is really messed up how I can interpret scooping up mud into a mug as getting the tea, boiling the water, steeping the tea in the water... so on and so forth.
-takes another sip of mud-
But I would not be surprised. I'm not at my best right now, Fake (question mark) Laurel!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIOh, don't be silly Herr Butler, it's me!
-On closer inspection, he looks awful today! How undignified!-
You look like an absolute mess! Muscht have spent all night in some sort of decadent plebeian party, eh Herr Butler? I'm onto you! How can I truscht you to take care of zis house if you can't even take care of yourself? Tsk tsk...
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."You could've just put mud into a bunch of boiling water, to be fair.
Besides. You'll bounce back. I'm pretty sure of that from what little I know about you.
So maybe I'm just a grumpy optimist. Far as I'm concerned, I'm the only real deal. Why would anyone copy me of all people?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMain Room (Survivor Aichi)
-...? 'Party'...? D-Did he somehow get involved into some kind of over the top party last night or something?! This sounds like those horror stories of people getting drunk or high or something at college parties and not being able to remember anything afterwards...-
-He shakes his head to Margaret a bit worried now.-
"N-No, I don't... I don't know what she's talking about..."
-...Did he meet her, but he doesn't remember her...?-
-He looks over at Vikki, very concerned now.-
"I... don't party like that..."
-...Why can't he remember what happened last night?! What if he DID do something weird and met this girl last night?!-
"A-Are you sure we've met...? I can't remember..."
-He doesn't remember you?!-
—
Forest (Primero)
-Primero is out and about in the forest, hanging off of a tree again (Does he never learn?).-
-He looks down and sees the Ferret Queen.-
"Hi!!!"
-Ack! The loud voice of a young boy coming from above you!-
Why would Dr.9 be tormenting you?
As far as my own delusional dreams go, she's a very good person. That I would take a thousand arrows for. Just to see her smile gently in approval.
As I wonder to myself about how existentially creepy I am, and how Brie rambled to me yesterday that apparently we weren't made by Dr.9 at all. But rather some unknown quantity that might be an enemy.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Oh boy, this looks like severe alcohol intoxication! It has even affected his memory!-
Urgh... You might need a doctor, Herr Butler. Hopefully zis teaches you not to make such excesses! Hmph!
-And turning to Margaret...-
Zat...
-Accusatory pointing towards Survivor Aichi.-
... Is ze houses's butler, personally appointed by yours truly! And juscht look at him! Vat a disaster... Must have had a pretty wild night!
Edited by WackyPancake on Nov 12th 2018 at 11:03:01 AM
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."We have no idea, still. Just that it's not Monday Night Combat. And that they must have been an insider. And that they've been here for a while. Before some- 9.Corp people- disassembled the clone machine in Dr.9's room.
Because apparently we were made from a copy of that machine. They didn't steal it. Just copied the technology and design, to build a new one.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMain Room (Survivor Aichi)
-E-Excesses?!-
-W-Wait, she appointed him as butler of this place?!-
"Eh?! I-I've never been a butler before...!"
-Why would she have appointed him of all people?!-
"W-When did you...?"
-WHY CAN'T HE REMEMBER ANY OF THIS?!-
"I-I..."
-He's actually getting rather distressed now...-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 12th 2018 at 4:02:36 AM
We're sober, and we haven't figured out who it could be.
Even your mom knows. I haven't met her yet, though. This is all stuff that Brie's learned.
And while I have no evidence to suggest Brie would lie... potentially take it with a grain of salt.
Like... maybe a microgram considering I doubt she would lie.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, we're pretty sure she doesn't like Dr.9 which is... weird considering she made me.
... Honestly you should just talk with your mom about it. When you're- less diseased.
Brie told me to never meet Dr.9 in case I'm some kind of. Extreme sleeper agent, designed to get close, in order to stab her in the back suddenly and unexpectedly.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"That definitely is not good. Is there a doctor around you could see."