The Niceness Post #8
>>6106104>>6106381>>6106643>Head to Knape’s TapesGosh what a weird morning. Elrad Staedler referred to such moments as “spiritual autotomy”. The loss or surrender of one’s tale in favor of another one. Not growth but regrowth. Even back then they had all the pieces they needed for The Niceness but next to none of the benefits. What’s that thing that they’re always saying at that start of the glossolalia broadcasts? “Clarity is regret regretting itself”. I’m getting too bogged down in the details. Thinking like a fortune cookie.
Seeing Knape will be nice. He has a way of reminding me that obsession has no business being stern. I wonder what he’ll think of the blood cube and Mrs.Horrace and that weird gel. Damn. Should have taken a sample. Wait. Closed? Why would he be closed? Well this is why he gave me a key. He even said “use the key” So It’s okay to use the key. I’m using the key.
“Hello? Knape?”
All of the screens are off but the lights are on. Weird.
“DON’T MOVE!”
Knape appears looking about as manic as always holding some sort of remote with three different kinds of duct tape holding it together.
“Knape what is this”
“Don’t move!
Don’t Move!
Don’t move!”
“Okay I’m not moving”
“Good! Stay there.”
Knape looks around nervously and then walks over to the windows. The blinds are already pulled down but he’s making sure they’ve stayed that way. He walks back in front of me. Holding his mouth open and his index finger up as though he is about to say something very important.
“Dude.” His eyes are bulging and he is slowly nodding as if I’m meant to be understanding something.
“What! What! What is it? What the hell is it?”
Knape pulls down his orange computer glasses and says “This” and all of the screens lining the walls light up at once into a vast and bright negative space. It feels like a thousand camera flashes have gone off at once”
“Knape what the hell?”
“ShhhhShhshshshh keep it down!” My eyes adjust in time to catch the last few frames of his exaggerated shushing movement.
“Look” he says and he points out a huddled and shivering figure taking up 20ft of mismatched CRTs. The figure hunches over a small pile of cartoon twigs and logs. I hear friction and grunting.
“His name is Dug and he’s just figured out fire isn’t that cool?”
“Yeah it’s cool, can I move now?”
“Oh! Yeah! That was just, you know, for drama” Knape smiles and nods obviously incredibly pleased with himself.
“Knape this is incredibly illegal”
“Yeah that’s why I shut all the windows”
A sigh slips out which is to be expected
“Knape…”
>Tell Knape about the blood cube>Tell Knape about the carpet message and Mrs.Horrace>Ask Knape about Doug>Ask Knape if he wants to watch a movie>Ask Knape *Something Else* ________>Something else ________ 
