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https://youtu.be/yzif_jUJp98 (Rebound OST - Sen's Theme)
Today is a new day.
Guy wakes up in the infinite heights/depths of a megastructure.
He is hungry.
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Today is the 8000th day of your life.
You're dimly aware that that's quite an occasion.
You stagger to your feet, throw back a mouthful of water, scratch your nuts, adjust your mask, and pop those joints with a little stretch, back 'n forth, side to side. The morning routine is as relentless as...
<span class="mu-i">growl~</span>
... that hollow feeling, settling in your house like an an old friend. The Hunger gives you just a little more urgency in getting ready to face the day, twin climbing picks in hand.
But...
Apart from working out the logistics of preventing your ribs from touching your spine, there's not much else afterwards besides wondering what to do for the rest of the day.
That's life in the Suburbs for ya.
School's been out since forever. You're still unemployed. Been waiting and waiting and waiting for something to change, to happen. That day never seems to come...
For a guy like you, the most important question in life is this: what do we eat?
>SUPERMARKET FUZZ. There should be an outgrowth a few stories down. Bland, but approved by 9 out of 10 remaining nutritionists.
>CANCER CONTORTA. Poses a little danger, but it's easily cut. You'll have to have it raw again. (Not that you mind.)
>GO HUNTING. How daring! If it ambulates, you can probably fit chunks of it in your mouth. Whether it is actually edible is another matter entirely.
>Write in.
Today is a new day.
Guy wakes up in the infinite heights/depths of a megastructure.
He is hungry.
===========================
Today is the 8000th day of your life.
You're dimly aware that that's quite an occasion.
You stagger to your feet, throw back a mouthful of water, scratch your nuts, adjust your mask, and pop those joints with a little stretch, back 'n forth, side to side. The morning routine is as relentless as...
<span class="mu-i">growl~</span>
... that hollow feeling, settling in your house like an an old friend. The Hunger gives you just a little more urgency in getting ready to face the day, twin climbing picks in hand.
But...
Apart from working out the logistics of preventing your ribs from touching your spine, there's not much else afterwards besides wondering what to do for the rest of the day.
That's life in the Suburbs for ya.
School's been out since forever. You're still unemployed. Been waiting and waiting and waiting for something to change, to happen. That day never seems to come...
For a guy like you, the most important question in life is this: what do we eat?
>SUPERMARKET FUZZ. There should be an outgrowth a few stories down. Bland, but approved by 9 out of 10 remaining nutritionists.
>CANCER CONTORTA. Poses a little danger, but it's easily cut. You'll have to have it raw again. (Not that you mind.)
>GO HUNTING. How daring! If it ambulates, you can probably fit chunks of it in your mouth. Whether it is actually edible is another matter entirely.
>Write in.
