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[ratherbelocky]

You know, I never thought I'd be that guy, but I guess I'm that guy.

[He is the Jewish guy. It's him.]

Back home, the past week or so would've been a holiday for some people. I'm not gonna get into the whole story--well, unless you want me to and you've got some time--but the short of it's that it's a celebration of freedom, and of the end of generations of oppression, death, and slavery.

[That is, hag pesach sameach, Route. Happy Passover.]

Now, there are a lot of traditions that go along with the holiday, most of 'em about food, but the important one's the retelling of that story. Figured I'd open it up to everyone, though, especially now that the big sit-down dinner parts of the celebration are over.

What I mean is, you guys got any stories you want to share about...deliverance, I guess? Of getting free from something that was bringing you down, or worse. I know turning up here in Johto's been a huge breath of fresh air for me, personally, and I want to know about you all, too.

[Later, another text comes from that 'Nathaniel' character.]

Hey, all. After a few weeks of testing out how it works, I'm happy to say EXCH△NGE is completely up and open to anyone who needs to talk.

EXCH△NGE is an anonymous, text-based peer-to-peer support network created as a space for those seeking help, but who are unwilling to reveal their identities, to have safe, understanding conversations from likewise anonymous volunteers. The idea is to provide a listening ear and coping tips from other transplants to Kanto and Johto who may have gone through similar experiences, come from similar worlds, or share other common ground, so that no one feels that they have to deal with their burdens alone.

For more information, you can read the introduction here. If you'd like to volunteer or you want to be paired with one of our volunteers, please contact me here.

Have a good one, guys. Nathaniel out.

Comments

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

At the risk of sounding like a total Simmons-esque dweeb, yes. Hesitantly, tentatively yes.

[Video]

[ratherbelocky]

[York just switches on the camera and points it at this handsome, glimmering fellow trying to peel a Nanab berry with his teeth.]

Agent Washington sparkles.

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[motherfucking_ghosttype]

...You named a sparklecat Agent Washington?

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[ratherbelocky]

I bred this sparklecat specifically to name it Agent Washington.

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

And here I thought you were Carolina's partner.

[ratherbelocky]

And who do you think laughed the hardest when I named him? It just wasn't the same around here without our favorite butt monkey.

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

Uh, you. You, laughing at yourself and your dumb Not-ington. Is it the colors, is that what did it? I don't exactly picture him as a sparklecat, but then, I don't exactly picture him as a buttmonkey either.

[ratherbelocky]

Oh man, no, you don't even know. Did anyone tell you about the MOI sauna?

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

You did not have a sauna.

[ratherbelocky]

Wash didn't know that.

North and I, we kept giving him conflicting directions. And the MOI, she was a big ship. Don't think he ever caught on.

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

He...he thought you had a sauna? On what I can only presume to be a military ship? For real?

[ratherbelocky]

She was a very big ship. And to be fair, we did have a secret Jacuzzi.

[Is he fucking with Church, is he telling the truth, who knows.]

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

You're so full of shit, how did he not see through you? Oh my god. A military ship. And he believed you. I can't seriously believe this is the same guy.

[ratherbelocky]

[That sobers him a little.]

Yeah, I heard he changed a lot after the, uh. Everything. But believe me, that guy? He's probably the same loser on the inside as he always was.

Did anyone tell you about the time he got a grappling hook stuck to his balls?

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

Oh man. I feel like I need to get some popcorn for this. [church you've never had popcorn] To his balls or to like his codpiece? I feel that's a very painful distinction to make.

[ratherbelocky]

Well, okay, yeah, it was the codpiece, but that's not as good an opener, man. There's an art to this, you know. To sharing embarrassing stories about a mutual acquaintance.

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

Yeah, but codpiece is hilarious, where directly to his balls gets someone concerned he no longer has a crotchular area. But I understand your point. It doesn't flow as well when it's 'grappling hook to the codpiece'.

[ratherbelocky]

Yeah, I make it a point not to think about most of my coworkers' crotchular areas. Except on the occasion of hilarious stories, of course.

[And on the occasion of gettin' laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaid]

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

Only most of your coworkers, huh? [church stop]

[ratherbelocky]

Have you seen some of my coworkers?

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

What, without their helmets? ...Not...really? [He hasn't technically seen Tex without hers, and yet he knows exactly what she looks like in his mind's eye. So. That's weird. Kind of has an impression of Wash? Aaaand that's basically it.]

[ratherbelocky]

Well, take it from me, man. The PFL leaderboard? Probably at least halfway based on hotness, though that doesn't explain Wyoming and Maine. Computer error, probably.

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

They were scary as fuck pains in the ass but I gotta give it to them. They have skills.

Skills augmented by unfair upgrades to their armor, but still.

[ratherbelocky]

Wyoming? Scary? Really, you were scared of Reg?

[motherfucking_ghosttype]

Uh, maybe you missed the part where he's a psycho mercenary with a sniper rifle and a time jumping device and, oh yeah, his fucked up AI took over our tank, so that was fun.

We had to fight like a shitload of him.