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Just a place for dumping calibration info/writeups w/ included HTML.
UPDATE: also for storing memories for Hugtopia Memory share, for Lup and Noctis.
UPDATE: also for storing memories for Hugtopia Memory share, for Lup and Noctis.
greg fucking grimaldis
You see a spaceship, the size of a large yacht with an open deck, a soft magical shield protecting it from the galaxy beyond its border. The back of the ship thrums with energy, a circle of light with rings spinning around it to keep it moving steadily through the stars. Six people stand in a circle on the deck - yourself, Taako, two human men and one woman, and a dwarf. A gnome steers at the helm, apart but close by. Stars fly by the ship as it sails and in the distance, huge and overwhelming but mercifully leaving the ship alone, is an enormous mass of blackness scarred by countless streaks of colours, tendrils slamming down on the world they're abandoning. Everyone is quiet, the atmosphere solemn and grim as they watch the destruction below.
You are the one who breaks the silence, first with a flippant joke-]
Listen. That stuff I was saying down there — that wasn’t just, that wasn’t just talk. I believe that, one of these times, we’re gonna get it right. And we’re gonna find a way to defeat the Hunger and... save everybody inside of it. I— I have to believe that, to keep doing what we do. Because I have to believe... that I’m gonna get... those fifteen dollars back from Greg fucking Grimaldis!
[-to make them all laugh and then, more quietly, to encourage them all to do better, to be better.]
Seriously, though, it got— we got dark down there. I— I know this journey’s been hard, and it’s only going to get harder, but we can’t allow ourselves to— to get to that place again. To even think about destroying an entire world. We need to promise each other, right now, we— we won’t let one another get to that place. Never again.
[You stretch a hand out, holding it in the air towards the center of the circle, your expression firm and urgent. You won't tolerate a repeat of what happened, no matter what. Slowly, one by one, they all join their hands with yours, echoing the sentiment in their own ways, and you smile at them all. This is your family now, every single one of them, and you believe, you know they can be better. You looks at Taako in particular and something shifts in your gaze, a look of understanding and forgiveness. He'd done something to earn your ire, but in the end he'd made it right again. You're glad, the relief in your expression plain as day. You hate feeling angry with him.
You all stand like that for a while as the ship flies further and further away, leaving the ruined plane behind you, and suddenly their bodies all dissolve into threads of light, yours included, carried off to separate corners of the ship. The cycle begins anew.
Here we go again.]