SECOND ♋ VOICE ♋ EARLY 17TH OF APRIL.

[crab]

Before I get into anything else, if anyone has any healers and/or narcotics handy, I'd appreciate it if they could be delivered to this [ insert .pdf attachment ] address. Thanks.

Now that's out of the way, let's get to the real purpose of this broadcast. I suggest you drop whatever vastly unimportant rubbish it is you're wasting your vastly unimportant time with and pay attention, as this greatly concerns all of you.

Most imPorts operate under the assumption that when you leave here, you go back to your native universe, resulting in the never-ending wave of newbies telling us that, no, really, the world is at stake, person nobody cares about is going to suffer a fate worse than death only I can prevent in approximately point three seconds, I left the stove on, my problems are unique and more important and time sensitive than any of my predecessors have ever been, so please, make history by making me the first imPort to ever be returned to the sorry butt crevice I crawled out of just through asking.

Most people will tell you that nobody decides when you go back. It just happens. It's random. No one can predict it. But you will go back! And, conveniently, it will be at the exact instant you left. With no memory of ever having arrived here. Sometimes you might come back from a different point in time, after a few days or years, with an influx of memory from your time here upon arrival. Sometimes you come back without it. That's random, too.

But nobody can prove that.

I've been over this before, but the gist of it is, your options in "going back", are either to be effectively erased from existence through having your memories of here erased, or sent back to a dead or dying timeline to await your inevitable doom. There is no going back. It's just a lie we tell ourselves to make ourselves feel better when one of our friends blips out of existence. Nobody goes back! Nobody is ever going to go back!

[ There's a pause, where he seems to catch his breath, something close to a groan, before he goes on. ]

I was serious about the healers or drugs. Sooner rather than later.

Comments

[centurybaby]

I wouldn't fucking know, would I.

[glowsferatu]

Oh my god!

[centurybaby]

What's that supposed to mean?

[glowsferatu]

An exclamation of shock and frustration? As in, "perhaps if you don't know what you're doing, you have friends that actually might?"

[centurybaby]

Maybe it's just not anybody else's business.

[glowsferatu]

If the world were a social vaccuum, you might be right, but people have a terrible tendency to be interconnected in various ways to where things that others do actually matter to the people around then.

Like two threads stitched together are still part of a cloth.

[centurybaby]

Honestly, Naya, there's not even that much to tell.

[glowsferatu]

Then that should make it easier to do so. [ though karkat has a point about how public the whole thing is. ] But now is obviously not the time. We can catch up on it later.