Post by Asphoxia on Jan 24, 2018 10:26:29 GMT -5
You are an investigative journalist, working to uncover and spread awareness of the truth of just what is going on in the world. As is standard, you find stories and report on them if no one else is, even if they're not necessarily in your area of focus which you'd prefer to report on. As much as you'd prefer to write about improved human rights all the time, sometimes someone needs to write the sports articles about who's going to the Super Bowl, even if that person is you.
Lately, you've been having odd dreams of voices shouting energetically and rhythmically, of humanoid figures dancing(?) overdramatically, and of fights breaking out between those who uphold authority, and those who have to fight it in order to have dignity. You're not entirely sure what they mean, but the whole thing upsets you quite a bit, both because you suck at dream interpretation, as well as for some deeper reason which you cannot name. Really, the whole thing is quite perplexing and it's distracting you from your journalism.
You of course have a family, although you're kind of avoiding them at the moment because your sister is mad at you. Which brings you to now, driving down the interstate away from Chicago, phone off, and radio playing a classical piece which you're sure you've heard before, and perhaps played at a piano recital as a small child.
What is your name, what gender (if any) are you, and where are you going?Also, are you even human?
Lately, you've been having odd dreams of voices shouting energetically and rhythmically, of humanoid figures dancing(?) overdramatically, and of fights breaking out between those who uphold authority, and those who have to fight it in order to have dignity. You're not entirely sure what they mean, but the whole thing upsets you quite a bit, both because you suck at dream interpretation, as well as for some deeper reason which you cannot name. Really, the whole thing is quite perplexing and it's distracting you from your journalism.
You of course have a family, although you're kind of avoiding them at the moment because your sister is mad at you. Which brings you to now, driving down the interstate away from Chicago, phone off, and radio playing a classical piece which you're sure you've heard before, and perhaps played at a piano recital as a small child.
What is your name, what gender (if any) are you, and where are you going?
Feed me lemons or feed me life!
