Goddess! I lurk noore! I am here to proudly proclaim that I have not lost my grip on reality, only chosen to ignore the most current model in order to create my own! I am Otter Chaos, complete and devoid of my self-imposed filters. Hail Eris!
So what?
ETA: In the interests of fairness, you think you're the only one? You, my friend, are at the top of the rabbit hole. It gets uglier and it gets meaner every day. Ask anyone here. I mean, still here. This shit isn't good for you. The only one that got out in time was Verthaine. Everyone else is fodder. Even me.
I am Doktor Howl, Bubba, and I been around.
Thing is, everyone thinks Discordia is happy children frolicking in the wild flowers and all that shit. Except they're happy because they're feral and fucked up on cheap drugs, and the wild flowers are actually a trash heap in a vacant lot. And one by one, they keel over from tetanus, while shrieking how special they are.
It's important to understand this:
Discordia hates each other.It's also important to understand this:
In hell, you never look back.It starts off as haiku games and three word story, word salad and cookies and pie bullshit. It ends in terminal butthurt, smart people too fucking covered in scar tissue to function as a group or even as an individual beyond
Fuck you, Jack. Even if that "fuck you, Jack" is expressed only as sneering disdain or quiet contempt.
It's most important to understand THIS:
Discordia is bad for you.Get out while you can.