Hours in the future, but not many...

GC: hi again...

GC: how has your day been?

GC: anything interesting happen over there?

GC: mine was alright, almost got my stupid ass blown to the high hells as per usual but not much other than that...

GC: haha that would be devastating right?

GC: and it could happen so easily.

GC: o-------*

GC: a petrifying thought...

GC: o------*

GC: yet i still stay up to my buccal mass in volatile materials.

GC: it's a real addiction haha...

GC: anyway, i think today is the day i fuck everything up.

GC: i'm messaging you now to see if you might maybe...

GC: change my mind or something.

GC: o---–-*

GC: sorry. i know...

GC: you'd "h8" this "vaguely ominous Doomer 8ullshit."

GC: but this time...

GC: i really feel like it's true.

GC: i'm going to play TC's game with some of my friends today...

GC: if i'm being honest we cooked hard with this, but now i think that the game is going to kill me.

GC: well, actually...

GC: i know it will.

GC: o--–-*

GC: AA (that's oomf)---* has def been bugging you about this because she cannot fucking help herself...

GC: if it's one thing she gonna do it's bug or fuss or meddle.

GC: heh well, i guess that's three things.

GC: haha... tag that shit i'm fussing...

GC: o--*

GC: are you there?

GC: o-*

GC: sorry.

GC: um anyway she's like an oracle...

GC: except she's not an oracle.

GC: she's some other shit...

GC: to keep it real with you i don't really understand it... but that's kind of the whole deal with magic, right?

GC: you don't have to understand it, just believe in it...

GC: i kind of forgot where i was going with this.

GC: oh yeah...

GC: she said that she was certain that you would play with us.

GC: obvs i called bullshit...

GC: clearly a ploy to get me interested in playing again since i told her i wasn't anymore.

GC: but she kept insisting...

GC: and i don't really wanna let TC and them down since they're so stoked on this.

GC: and we did spend a lot of time on it...

GC: sunk cost fallacy is fucking me up right now.

GC: so...

GC: would you like to play this game with me?

GC: i mean with me and my friends...?

GC: it's cool if not, though.

GC: i don't really care too much either way...

GC: in fact, my roster is pretty stacked.

GC: unsure if i'd even be able to slip you in honestly...

GC: my roster's so crowded it's making sardines claustrophobic.

GC: my social battery is fat as fuck...

GC: swelling into an ominous crescendo.

GC: shits set to burst any minute now haha tick tock...

GC: i've got friends out the wazoo lining up just for a chance haha.

GC: it's honestly a ludicrous amount of friends to have in any context...

GC: if i started listing off my insanely long list of friends you would get mad as fuck.

GC: yeah, if it wasn't clear i'm actually popping and everyone wants to hang out with me...

GC: ha.

GC: o-–--*

GC: none of that is true, actually.

GC: o-–-*

GC: haha well anyway.

GC: if you don't hear from me again i wanted to say...

GC: o-–*

GC: good luck, vriska.

GC: with everything...

GC: o-*

GC: so yeah.