Session 19:

The utility of ego death:

When one is able to fathom the membrane between the self and the perceived world, and recognize that boundary for its arbitrary nature, that membrane can be eradicated, and one’s personality is absorbed into the world.

Killing the ego is a way to kill one self, but the process is akin to shaving in that more self will develop in its place.

The self becomes viral in nature. Replicating and fractally recurring, adapting and mutating.

The self opens itself in this way to the will of existence itself.

As host to this, I’ve harbored fears that I will be so much dandelion fluff in a strong wind.

These rules, this game, this story, simply a byproduct of transformative consumption.

* We’re all the same at this point, aren't we?

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Arm rental - (1d4) 2

Little City Upkeep - (1d8) 6

Filigree remaining - 26

Focus: 2

I guess I’d like to get out of the way.

Big swinging concrete club - 3d8

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12

That seems a little arbitrary.

Comprehend the nature of the world you’re acting in - 5d10

32

I haven’t forgotten about that dream. I haven’t forgotten the world is ending. You’re not giving me any feasible courses of action.

The swinging slab of concrete barrels into you and knocks you from your handhold. The great momentum of the thing carries you splayed against the concrete before hurtling you to the opposite side of the building, across the clearing.

I try to correct myself in the air and land comfortably.

It doesn’t work. You twist a ways and attempt to lash out your whip arm, but in an instant you’re tumbling across uneven, busted up concrete and rebar. You feel something pushing pierce the flesh of your back as you connect with the wall.

What?

I wanna roll with muscle or something (1d0)

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In another instant, as your stamina fades and your vision dims, you see a pale white ape with grand antlers of livewire copper and circuitry. Yellowing, animal eyes pierce into yours and you feel the psychic grip of this thing's fury at your trespass. You are shocked into vivid consciousness within the emitter ape’s entrancing radio signal.

There’s something old there. Something echoing a message through this monster.

Whispers that reverberate into your past and rebound off of the memories of all the mundane and flat characters you’ve traveled past.

Something breaks the connection before you give your mind fully to this creature. You see a slash of bright blood splatter into the concrete wall next to you.

The buzzing of saw blades. The quickstep of hooves.

The being drops its grip on your mind and your rather extreme injury brings its full effect back around on you and you very quickly lose consciousness.

Coyote: Hey, it’s me. Sorry to have skirted around for so long, but I’ve finally gotten into your story. Well I guess I’ve been here the whole time but now I’ve got a voice! Follow the roots. Get under the plate.

But Hurry, your past is catching up with you.

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