[ Roze pops up on screen, all pink hair and shark smiles, green eyes aglow with curiosity. ]
Hell~o new guy! I'd roll out the welcome mat but its been suggested that my constant enthusiasm is unwarranted and even obnoxious so I'll refrain and just say:
How do you do, sweet Prince?
[ That white-toothed smile got even wider, if such a thing were possible. Wider, and significantly more vulpine. ]
Not sure how much help I can be in regards to this but I'll give it my best shot.
Every world is real to the people in it. Don't get your head all tangled up in existential questions and shit. Just focus on a layer-cake. Or some other tasty treat you can think of that has multiple layers. Or better yet, think about lots of sheets of fabric. Yeah.
There's lots of different worlds, all of them've got their own color and pattern, but they all matter and they all exist. Why and where is irrelevant.
There's some major badness going around that can affect every world. This place here is like a threaded needle, poking through every layer of fabric in space and time. The virus, or bad ju-ju as I call it, is taking the needle and jabbing through all over the place, causin' knots and bunches and tears all over the place.
Which is a damned shame because everything was lookin' pretty good. The universe is well accessorized.
But now this bad ju-ju comes along and shits on the wedding dress. We're the tiny little tailors come along to fix everything and salvage the mess. You follow?
The worlds are all real, they just usually overlap instead of intersect. This place is where everything intersects. And if we don't fix it, pretty soon there's gonna be a lot more wires crossed and shit's gonna go south.
Does uh...that help at all?
I mean it makes sense to me, but everything always sounds better in your own head.
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Hell~o new guy! I'd roll out the welcome mat but its been suggested that my constant enthusiasm is unwarranted and even obnoxious so I'll refrain and just say:
How do you do, sweet Prince?
[ That white-toothed smile got even wider, if such a thing were possible. Wider, and significantly more vulpine. ]
Not sure how much help I can be in regards to this but I'll give it my best shot.
Every world is real to the people in it. Don't get your head all tangled up in existential questions and shit. Just focus on a layer-cake. Or some other tasty treat you can think of that has multiple layers. Or better yet, think about lots of sheets of fabric. Yeah.
There's lots of different worlds, all of them've got their own color and pattern, but they all matter and they all exist. Why and where is irrelevant.
There's some major badness going around that can affect every world. This place here is like a threaded needle, poking through every layer of fabric in space and time. The virus, or bad ju-ju as I call it, is taking the needle and jabbing through all over the place, causin' knots and bunches and tears all over the place.
Which is a damned shame because everything was lookin' pretty good. The universe is well accessorized.
But now this bad ju-ju comes along and shits on the wedding dress. We're the tiny little tailors come along to fix everything and salvage the mess. You follow?
The worlds are all real, they just usually overlap instead of intersect. This place is where everything intersects. And if we don't fix it, pretty soon there's gonna be a lot more wires crossed and shit's gonna go south.
Does uh...that help at all?
I mean it makes sense to me, but everything always sounds better in your own head.