Gander Grimzl

5 days ago

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GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒈ — @eclecticEngineer Pascal W→ … LOL. HAHA. OOPS. PASCAL W→* (?!?!) Sorry, FORCE OF HABIT. Why don't I just say Pascal from now on? HELLO ALL. This will be my last PROBEYPRODDYPEOPLEY POST for a few nights. Unfortunately, the unwavering claws of DEBILITATING SELF-AWARENESS have claimed their glory over me, and now I am being stranglechoked by my own discomfort. But I guess that’s your TYPICAL THURSDAY! (Good Gog, I MUST go frollicking in the woods and swim in an unclaimed body of water for a cleanse.) This platform is full of ranters, let’s Take A Gander at our pan pal Pascal! (CROWD CHEER) Before I get to business, I would like to mention how TERRIFYING goldbloods can be. Despite their position on the HEMOSPECTRUM, they are alarmingly powerful. I mean, this troll IMPLODED AN ENTIRE TREE WITH THEIR PSIONICS. Remind me to never get on their bad side. (SHUDDER. CROWD OOOHS?!) (And, uh, you know all those jests I made apropos of trolls “posting whenever they have so much as a single thought?” Yeah, it was LITERAL this time. If anything I said before was offensive in any shape or form, I am retroactively apologizing for all of it.) Anyway. Pascal is a fine helmspilot and an even finer engineer. She, in her own striking way, subverts the stories the FRIVOLATILE COLONIALIST FLEETMATES told me in my devoutly active clurching days. Comments to the effect of “POWER SOURCES HAVE NO TIME TO FEEL.” There’s a robotic quality surrounding the way they post, the way their cadence tapers off with ⒈’s and 0’s like BINARY CODE. Z’s like the faint humming of machinery on a quiet night——ever-present and monotonous. And also BEES, which is its actual origin. For the record, this isn’t s↑porting the claim my spacefaring siblings postured. I’m not DONE yet. Solemn and stoic as her overall energy comes across, her pa-s-sion for MACHINATERY FAR ECLIPSES any raw talent I’ve seen before. It is the awe-inspiring light that bounces off the metal she works with——an overwhelmingly gleaming finish, if you will. Skill like that is way too scarce nowadays. A number of their posts (some of which are ACTUAL VIDEOS, which is a welcome first on my litany of trollpeeping) have to do with memory restoration or manufacturing, both of which are two different beasts to delve into. For the latter, my personal favourite creation of hers is BIP. Oh, it is glorious. So round and adorable.* The former, however, is a confronting idea of its own. The thought of losing touch with your own MEMORIES is a TREMBLING HORROR I cannot begin to wrap my mind around. And yet it’s her REALITY. I’m glad she’s getting the chance to rec↑erate her memories, but I fear that there will be something that would ↑end her entire world. That PROSPECTIVE WORLD-SHATTERING ↑SET is what makes my innards churn for a person I’m only watching from the outskirts. (Seriously, please be careful.) You know, I see the teeth behind your bulbs. The fight in you. The capacity to hurt, and the REIFIED INSTANCES of it. It's something that none of us should ignore. But I also see kindness. Overwhelming affection latently waiting for its release. Overprotection, care. You are a force to be reckoned with, but I can tell your warmth stretches far beyond you. Others don’t seem to appreciate the strength you carry for the people around you: jumping to action for those you trust, even when the world ravaged your sense of identity. And I’m sorry that we who sit at the top of society don’t listen enough to those suffering at our every whim. You, power and pan of the fleet, are the soldier we never sing about. I implore you to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep protecting. But tread ginger on the memories. You might not like what you see. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: SYLPH of MIND?) Be sure to give Pascal → ↑ ← ↓ A BIG FOLLOW! And plenty of recognition. *Do you take commissions, by any chance?