[it might be starting to sound like this mayor doesn't actually have the credentials Dave is building him up with. which is flat-out wrong, of course; the guy has a sash that says mayor on it — what other credentials do you even need?]
If I'm gonna get into Can Town itself, and ... everything else, though, I guess I'd need to start toward the beginning.
[and he's already turning the details over and over in his head, anxiously trying to sort through which ones were "safe" to share, while almost desperately wishing he were strong enough to also share the ones that weren't. Ryuji had already confided in him plenty of times, and he keeps getting the sense that it'd be perfectly fine to do the same. he wants to, even. he doesn't want to keep Ryuji at an arm's length like he does almost everybody else.]
[which. whoa. there's a hell of a feeling.]
[when Dave finally does start talking, it's still pretty curated, but it also just starts spilling out, like leaving a mug under running water until it fills and overflows, like he's really, really been wanting to try talking about this for a while.]
Well — okay, just puttin' a disclaimer here that I'm basically the worst person to try to explain any of this. Time's my thing, not sorting out the largely pointless fuckin' whimsies of Paradox Space and anybody who gets subjected to it.
I've told you the goal of playing Sburb before. But to make an incredibly stupid story short, we didn't win. ["they never got that far," he'd said earlier. they were never meant to. there were much larger forces than a single session at play, as largely important as perpetuating existence is to begin with.]
So, like you do with any video game when it's obvious you're not gonna make it to the end, we reset it. Started a new session, with new rules, new quests, new — [god, even just saying this feels like he's edging dangerously close to something really sensitive.] — new players. But, the game restarted pretty far from where we were at the time.
[there's a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, wondering if he's messing something up by disclosing all of this. but it's too late now, he's already talking, and he's not really capable of stopping.]
It took three years to get there. It was me, my sister, Terezi and a couple of other trolls in a lab that honestly wasn't too much different than this place, on a meteor hurtling through space.
[he's circling back around to something much safer now.] Anyway, that's where the mayor and Can Town was, too. Kinda had to make your own fun, y'know?
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[it might be starting to sound like this mayor doesn't actually have the credentials Dave is building him up with. which is flat-out wrong, of course; the guy has a sash that says mayor on it — what other credentials do you even need?]
If I'm gonna get into Can Town itself, and ... everything else, though, I guess I'd need to start toward the beginning.
[and he's already turning the details over and over in his head, anxiously trying to sort through which ones were "safe" to share, while almost desperately wishing he were strong enough to also share the ones that weren't. Ryuji had already confided in him plenty of times, and he keeps getting the sense that it'd be perfectly fine to do the same. he wants to, even. he doesn't want to keep Ryuji at an arm's length like he does almost everybody else.]
[which. whoa. there's a hell of a feeling.]
[when Dave finally does start talking, it's still pretty curated, but it also just starts spilling out, like leaving a mug under running water until it fills and overflows, like he's really, really been wanting to try talking about this for a while.]
Well — okay, just puttin' a disclaimer here that I'm basically the worst person to try to explain any of this. Time's my thing, not sorting out the largely pointless fuckin' whimsies of Paradox Space and anybody who gets subjected to it.
I've told you the goal of playing Sburb before. But to make an incredibly stupid story short, we didn't win. ["they never got that far," he'd said earlier. they were never meant to. there were much larger forces than a single session at play, as largely important as perpetuating existence is to begin with.]
So, like you do with any video game when it's obvious you're not gonna make it to the end, we reset it. Started a new session, with new rules, new quests, new — [god, even just saying this feels like he's edging dangerously close to something really sensitive.] — new players. But, the game restarted pretty far from where we were at the time.
[there's a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, wondering if he's messing something up by disclosing all of this. but it's too late now, he's already talking, and he's not really capable of stopping.]
It took three years to get there. It was me, my sister, Terezi and a couple of other trolls in a lab that honestly wasn't too much different than this place, on a meteor hurtling through space.
[he's circling back around to something much safer now.] Anyway, that's where the mayor and Can Town was, too. Kinda had to make your own fun, y'know?