Serial 1 #6 The End (?)

This is an installment of a story. Each week we will write a new piece of a story, and invite you to use your comments to help choose what happens next, or just add description to whatever is already going on. Assuming it works at all, sometimes we will have an arc in mind, sometimes we will toss dice, sometimes we will be at your whim.

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Tulip tracked Sid with difficulty, eyes tearing from the smoke, pissed off that yet again, Sid wanders off for indeterminate periods, requiring Tulip to chase after them, especially when the visibility is so terrible. But pique faded on seeing Sid hunched over some glowing object.

“Hey, what is...” As Tulip approached Sid, they barely noticed stumbling over something hard and round that cracked under their feet. Huddled shoulder to shoulder in the faint light, they focused on the crackling, muddy, stained pages of the plasbook.

“It’s Alyx’s. It's fucking Alyx's! Look, right here… where is it… yeah, here. Page 42, see? ‘This is Alyx’s journal.’ How the fuck did we stumble across this...”

“Wow, they knew they were sick.”

“They couldn’t have known how sick though; look, it says that the smoke was bad even then. Maybe it made them worse?”

“What is that word?”

“I think it’s ‘buried’.”

“So that says ‘I have buried peach’?”

“No, that’s an e.”

“Why are some pages glowing and others ones dark?”

“Probably because Alyx was bleeding and coughing and whatever. The glowing stuff is attached to that, not to the plastic.”

“Oh.”

“You realize this is going to make everyone super self-righteous, right? I can’t stand to think about how the judge is going to be so proud of herself. Can hear her now. ‘oooh, so you think being part of a family is a prison sentence, hunh? Well don’t look now, but… ”

“I know. So are our families. They’re going to be unbearable. More unbearable.”

“Wait, what’s that say? Oh, it’s a pawprint. Never mind.”

“I’m torn between showing this off and not telling any of them. I think that’s a… hmmm. ”

“I know, but no way. We’re going to lose this contest, and this journal will make up for that. Oh look, this part’s clear...”

You think that you made these choices. You think that you can fight the people around you. You think that you can just die. But it doesn't end. And anyway, the fight is all.

The smoke billowed.

There are 14 Comments

What a twist!

and anyway, the fight is all... really? no music, no dancing, no laughter, no bubble baths ?? and you claim to be against strugglismo

some of us fight with music, dancing, laughter, bubble baths.

some of us want to complain no matter what.

no, you don't understand

i apply violence to my skin until my entire being is the color of pain

too many anti-anarchists fight against free showers for those not fighting against bathing.

OMG "strugglismo " is a flogged horse! I'm a funismo, so much anarch laughter in my realm (social paradigm)
Lighten up strugglismos for chrisakes!

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