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@tragicomicDespot
Her Highness, Witch of Doom, The Foremother of all Zalgo Judhri Ithaqa [judxลi itahq'a].
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Y/N] > [INPUT: Y] > [PROCEED] " -- hopelessRomantic [HR] started trolling tragicomicDespot [TD] -- HR: wWw ัan i expect to have an audience with the heirezz wWw HR: wWw cuzz i have some great newzz wWw TD: ะก:~ I am glad to see that you have finally changed your inappropriate manner of speech to one that is more suitable for your position on the guppyspectrum. < HR: wWw heheheh thatzz so silly wWw TD: ะก:~ What's the news?< HR: wWw we're gonna play a game wWw TD: ะก:~ We?< TD: ะก:~ I mean, you and me?< TD: ะก:~ Just the two of us?< HR: wWw yup wWw HR: wWw well like wWw HR: wWw also darcey rakhni and otherzz wWw TD: ะก:~ Oh, of course.< TD: ะก:~ You, me, Darcey and a bunch of low-blood scum, whom, for some reason unknown to me, you have a special affinity for.< TD: ะก:~ I should have known from the beginning.< TD: C:~ No. We will not participate in this.< HR: wWw cmon judhri don't be a downer :( wWw HR: wWw it'zz gonna be fun wWw HR: wWw also the game promisezz to be something that we have never seen before wWw HR: wWw aren't u curiouzz wWw TD: C:~ You're asking me to spend time with some trash thatโs just asking to be culled? Absolutely not.< HR: wWw aw man wWw HR: wWw i haven't even had the chance to tell you about it wWw HR: wWw when wazz the last time we played smthn together wWw HR: wWw please judhri i really really want to have u in my team wWw HR: wWw :((( wWw TD: C:~ Your team? Is that a competitive game?< HR: wWw um wWw HR: wWw yea kinda wWw HR: wWw actually we don't have enough memberzz yet wWw HR: wWw no leader azz well wWw HR: wWw so i thought maybe you'd like to take this place wWw HR: wWw i mean i think ur the best fit for thizz role because ur super smart and cool and if u take the lead weโll win for sure wWw HR: wWw darcey said that the prize izz gonna be the greatest one imaginable wWw HR: wWw like itzz value cannot be described in the wayzz we are accustomed to wWw HR: wWw fuck yknow how she usually talkzz in that mysteriouzz manner and u sit there and think hey izz she being fr or just making fun of ur pathetic amateurism in deciphering her cryptic predictionzz wWw HR: wWw which eventually ends up leading u to believe everything she sayzz anyway wWw HR: wWw forget it wWw HR: wWw it'zz not that i'm too eager for a prize i just wanna hang out with my buddiezz wWw HR: wWw especially with my beloved moirail ;) wWw HR: wWw so whaddaya think wWw TD: C:~ Ughhhhhhhh.< TD: C:~ Alright. I suppose I should take the leadership, since you insist on it so much.< TD: C:~ And that's not to mention the fact that this title is my birthright.< HR: wWw yaaaay :DDD wWw TD: C:~ Who else is on the team?< HR: wWw only three of uzz for now wWw HR: wWw but i could convince a few more trollzz to join uzz wWw HR: wWw and it seemzz that rakhni and the blue chumzz have already teamed up which makezz them our rivalzz wWw TD: C:~ How ridiculous.< TD: C:~ It was to be expected that the burgundy trash and her concupiscent underdog friends would jump at any opportunity to act like a hero.< TD: C:~ What can they possibly do against us?< HR: wWw yea that'zz what im saying we'll obliterate them in no time :D wWw HR: wWw uh if anything i meant figuratively wWw HR: wWw let'zz not give in to the carnal desirezz wWw HR: wWw at least for now wWw TD: C:~ What are you talking about?< TD: C:~ You and I have every right to personally end the lives of everyone on this planet.< TD: C:~ You are of royal blood, Bakhus.< TD: C:~ I don't get why you keep groveling to an obviously inferior life form.< TD: C:~ How long are you going to keep up this whole farce?< TD: C:~ Just a couple perigees and you'll be out of this place. You think anyone's gonna care about your stupid pretend charity? < TD: C:~ It's time to grow up and start acting like your status demands you to!!! HR: wWw fuuuuck can we not talk about it for once wWw HR: wWw i don't give a fish about my or anyone'zz blood color for that matter wWw HR: wWw who carezz what i do now if it will soon cease to matter anyway wWw HR: wWw i just wanna have fun wWw HR: wWw before it's time to enslave and destroy galaxiezz wWw HR: wWw :( wWw HR: wWw we are so young judhri wWw HR: wWw what'zz the rush wWw TD: C:~ You don't realize what we've got!!< TD: C:~ This whole established order rests on our shoulders.< TD: C:~ It is our direct responsibility to fulfill the role we have been given by nature.< HR: wWw to hell with thizz stupid order wWw HR: wWw who even came up with thizz hemospectrum bullshit wWw HR: wWw you don't have to be guided by it in every decision u make wWw HR: wWw just be urself wWw TD: C:~ I am being myself!!!< TD: C:~ Maybe for you a hedonistic lifestyle is the solution to all problems, but at least one of us has to take care of the future of our kind!!!!< HR: wWw huh wWw HR: wWw what doezz that even mean wWw TD: C:~ Nevermind!!!!< TD: C:~ Ugh, forget it. I can see this conversation is going nowhere.< TD: C:~ I have urgent business to attend to, so I trust you to choose the players for our team and I will not question your decision this time around.< TD: C:~ I'll sea you when we have enough people.< TD: C:~ I mean, see.< TD: C:~ Bye.< -- tragicomicDespot [TD] stopped trolling hopelessRomantic [HR] -- -- tragicomicDespot [TD] started trolling hopelessRomantic [HR] -- TD: C:~ You are not mad at me, are you?< TD: C:~ We're still moirails, right?< HR: wWw sure wWw TD: C:~ I just don't want to lose you.< HR: wWw i get it wWw HR: wWw it'zz okay wWw HR: wWw i'll go text our potential teammatezz then wWw TD: C:~ Very well. See you soon. < -- tragicomicDespot [TD] stopped trolling hopelessRomantic [HR] -- " > [PRESS ANY BUTTON TO EXIT] #judhrisvacation #longpost
C:~ I'm petty?? I'M JEALOUS??? I don't care that it's in the past!!!! You didn't even love him! I've tried so hard for our future, I made sweet love to you and that's how you've repaid me??? Even after all that happened, you kept talking about that... oaf!!! Haven't you got enough? I sacrificed universes for you!!!<
C:~ Perhaps it was foolish of me to rely on my feeble protรฉgรฉ. I should have taken matters into my own hands, and much sooner. That story would never have come to light, and I would have taken my rightful throne with far fewer losses. After all, the blood is not on my hands, Mazyar. Have you ever taken responsibility for those you lead?<
C:~ Vacation time. SS, make sure the laundry is done by the time I come back, the sludge is a hell to get rid of. Also, have a talk with the zalgoids that refuse to wear the mourning attire. If they still insist on wearing their blood color, make sure they are liquidated. I could always make new ones. < C:~ This being said, I am turning off my palmhusk. Do not call me unless it's urgent matter.<
GANDERโS GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART โโ โ @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But Iโm also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it โโโ! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DONโT KNOW, MAN, I DONโT KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) โฆ Oh well! Letโs Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill โ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (Iโll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe Thereโs a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying itโs hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. Itโs a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevnaโs case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. Itโs only a given when youโre in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (โ) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevnaโs worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) Itโs easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old โฅr) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesnโt want to lose more than she has already. She โs autobiographies that ARENโT entirely Autobiographies. Theyโre memories framed as such. Theyโre a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, theyโre a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (โ) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesnโt become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all youโll ever be. The limit has been reached, and itโs nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling โ. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a โ to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isnโt her faultโโshe was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (โ) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. Itโs in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have โ leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. Itโs all layers โon layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious youโre not OK. After all, whereโs the joy in being โED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that youโre at peace with what happened, but youโre not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. Youโre harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to ๐จ to. People that werenโt forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the โ place for that. But in the end, itโs your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When youโre the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Spaceโs poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and Iโll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief























