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To boredom
While staring at the ceiling,
Lost in mindless peering,
To me came the strangest idea:
The notion,
that reality is a tad bit too real.
— Bastian Espada
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“I don’t know man, when it comes to love, the most improbable shit has a way of actually happening.”
— Bastian Espada
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The thoughts you no longer think,
The words you no longer say,
The space you no longer occupy—a hole of infinite proportions.
— Bastian Espada
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“What the hell are you doing, you stupid phone?” I ask.
The phone doesn’t answer.
It never does.
— Bastian Espada
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“Revenge is a dish best served by me—at whichever temperature I feel like.”
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The apprentice grabbed his mentor by the shoulders. “Do not entertain this folly! That woman might have given you her heart once — but that love was old history when she put that curse on you, and veritable ancient myth when she supposedly lifted it.”
“Friend, the truths you speak matter little, for I cannot continue living as I am. Do you know how it’s like? To have to pay mind to your every breath — to never sleep, to never rest, to always fear?” He closed his eyes and shook his head, then took a step backwards and stared at his disciple with determination. “I’ll do what she said I must, and if it was all a lie, well then—she gets the last laugh.” The middle aged wizard turned to gaze at the horizon, visible from the height of his stone tower, and crossed his arms. “You’ve been a wonderful apprentice.”
The young man wept.
The wizard held his breath.
— Bastian Espada
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“You mean once the war begins?” The man put his cigar down. “It’ll be the usual.”
The man’s assistant pushed a stack of documents across the table. “The rich will hide, the young will die and the poors will eat their boots. From our dead we’ll raise martyrs and saviors, from theirs, villains and traitors.”
“Eventually we’ll make all combatants into heroes. And, once they’ve finished weeping—” The man picked his cigar back up and leaned forward. “We’ll fuck their widows.”
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“So that’s the schedule for the day. It rained a lot yesterday so we are bound to find plenty of ’em. Those of you that have never been mushroom hunting before, please remember to be extra careful. Do not eat any mushrooms that haven’t been deemed safe to eat by me or any of the other guides and do not engage with the mushrooms on your own. That’s all there is to it, have fun!”
The group cheered as they cocked their shotguns.
A few paces away Princess Peach—huddled behind a fallen log—observed the group. “I’ll distract them,” she said to her companions. “Go get Mario.”
— Bastian Espada
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A group of sentient role-playing video game characters discussed the nature of their universe.
“Absolute rubbish!” the studious orc said. “If we truly lived inside an incomprehensibly large mana crystal, we would be seeing elemental flares annihilating each other at the micro-pixel scale.”
“Any mana crystal dense enough to contain an entire reality within it would have to be green! We should expect everything to be tinted green! And yet…” the wyvern scholar said.
“One requires little else to dismiss the idea than to point to the most obvious hindrance for the emergence of life in such a universe,” the half-elf, half-giantess professor said, “any living thing that managed to come into existence would be immediately afflicted by mana sickness, driving it to proactive self-destruction.”
The stubborn gnome frowned and pouted. “You lot just don’t have any imagination!” he said, pointing a finger at each of his detractors.
The studious orc wiped his glasses on the cuff of his robe, then sighed. “Enough, Romulus. You need to face the fact that there just isn’t any good evide—”
Timmy turned his PC off.
— Bastian Espada
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I snuck upon a sleeping lion and bit the underside of its neck — all so that both it and I could understand how it feels.
It was a bad idea, a bad idea indeed.
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