[“…What the Christ-shitting fuck are you talking about?” Acorn neighed. Dirk shrugged. “You tell me. But all that aside, I should tell you how this all will go down. Now, Acorn, even the most cursory examination of your crimes makes it apparent that your soul is unfit for any sort of reward in the afterlife. But torture and torment hardly seem right either.” “Yes. We won’t’ be making a choice between heaven and hell,” Betancourt said. “It’s much more weighty than that. It’s a choice between existence and nonexistence.” Minos nodded. “We — well, the two of them — have control over your narrative. They can rewrite it so that you never existed at all.” “The question is not what you deserve,” Dirk said, “but whether you deserve. With the sins that you have committed, Acorn, do you deserve to have ever lived at all?” Acorn pranced and snorted. “Do you think I give a shit? Erase me, delete me, whatever it is you’ll do. Nonexistence doesn’t scare me.” Dirk shook his head. “No, Acorn, I know that you don’t give a shit.” He turned his head slightly so a beam of light glinted off his sunglasses in a cool and dramatic way. “But I think that Anna would give a shit.” Acorn stood still. “…Just hurry the fuck up and judge me.” 17a) Minos: Do you remember why we have come here today? Is it not true that our purpose is to hear the sins of this pony, known as Acorn? And is it not further true that the three of us, after listening to said sins, shall make a judgment concerning the fate of Acorn’s existence? Acorn: Yes, we all know that already. And why are you using so many rhetorical questions? Betancourt: Yes, Minos, all you say is true. Minos: And what form shall our judgment take? Is it not true that each of us shall cast their own vote, and whatever ruling has gained the majority of the votes shall be enacted? This seems a just system. Is there anything I have omitted from my telling? Dirk: Nothing, Minos. Betancourt: True, it is just as you have said, Minos. Minos: Very good. And now, Dirk, you, I suppose, should speak next, after duly calling upon the Gods. Acorn: What’s going on? Dirk: All men, Minos, who have any degree of right feeling, at the beginning of every enterprise, whether small or great, always call upon God. And we, too, who are going to discourse of the nature of sin, of guilt, and of punishment, must invoke the aid of Gods and Goddesses and pray that our words may be acceptable to them and consistent with themselves. Acorn: Why is my name over there on the left in front of everything I say? Betancourt: Come, then, clear-voiced Muses, whether you have gained this epithet because of the quality of your singing or because the Ligurians are so musical, grant me your support in the judgment that my colleagues and I shall soon make.] #DetectivePony
This is getting very metatextual in a concerning way This whole judgement plot doesnt really make sense as soon as you involve... Who I can only assume is the author?
Huh I guess I can see how this might be linked Good luck with that