From the living room below, there were sounds of laughter and camaraderie. On some evenings, the sounds were a balm and a blessing to the Mage. But tonight there was no peace in his heart. Tonight the shadows clutched at him with their moist hands and whispered demeaning, dehumanizing things in the back of his mind until his guts knotted with sickness and despair.
He looked to the walls of his sparsely decorated room, as he often did. Anime warriors and maidens stared back at him with their wide and wonderful eyes, and he drew a trembling sigh. Putting down his soda, he clenched his fist and dug deep within his soul, looking for the bond that he knew lived there, looking for just enough focus to call up even a weak light spell. He tried with all his might, and for a moment he thought the room grew just a shade brighter, but it was probably just a flicker in the animated RPG ad beckoning through his browser window.
It was foolish to try and force it. These things would come when they needed to. Swallowing heartbreak, he put on his japanese imported Personia headphones, laid hands upon his Magical Forest Princess limited edition mouse, and returned to his work. The clatter of keyboard and the swelling strains of OVA soundtracks soon absorbed him entirely, and within the comforting embrace of the words, he forgot his dark mood for a time.
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Community of the Kin
Livejournal Entry July 18, 20XX
Reality is a participatory sport.
If you are here reading this entry, then maybe you, like me, are a fan of the underdog.
In this sport, most people spend their time rooting for one team or another. They try to convince each other that their team is the best team, the most sensible team, the most rational team, the most right. “This is a reality in which all Christians know the truth.” Or all cops. Or only rich people. Or just the poor. Fill-in-the-blank with your preferred ideological mad lib. Whatever story you’re wrapped in, you want to feel that it’s the best and only important story.
But there are an infinite number of teams. According to string theory, if you can imagine something, then it has a set probability of happening. It might not be a likely probability, but if it is non-zero, that means there’s a chance.