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>Kiki’s stream ends
>she exhales and lies there for a moment
>residual dopamine still floating around in her brain
>the colors of the room begin to shift
>vibrancy begins to fade
>before her eyes the world shifts to a pallet of various muted grays
>the mental fog slowly creeps back in, leaving her in a haze
>there’s a low sense of dread as she becomes aware of looming eternal darkness
>champyon reserve low
>pull up /pyon/
>see people working on divegrass project
>gosling posters
>Champyons doing self-improvement
>can’t namefag, it would disturb the fragile, volatile, recovering ecosystem
>remain nameless
>banter with the Champyons
>start typing a horny post
>forced to stop halfway through for a “bathroom break”
>after more shitposting, light banter, and offering kind words of encouragement, sleep prepares to overtake her
>there’s a warmth that radiated up from her belly, up into her chest, and flowed down her legs and into her toes
>content. appreciated. loved.
>she’s powerless to the weight of her drooping eyelids
>in the dim glow of her monitor she drifts off to sleep
I really like the idea of covert Kiki poasting in /pyon/
