This series is so much fun.
You always want to know why. Why can’t you just accept your circumstances and move on? My people, the skyfowls, we generally last much longer than you humans. You know why? Because we roll with it.
There are no gods here. Just those who pay for the privilege.
Yes, this is a game. Yes, there are controls in place to make it fair. Sort of. But more importantly, this is a for-profit venture in the entertainment industry. And if you staying alive means more profits, then you’ll find your loot to be a lot more convenient. But if the AI senses screwing you over will make the show more interesting, you better believe it’ll fuck you right in the ass at the worst possible moment. Don’t ever forget that. You can’t count on anybody but yourselves.
death chicken berserker
Don’t compare your circumstances with how they were yesterday. Look at how they were years ago.
We’re supposed to be making the world… the universe… a better place for our children.
That was it, wasn’t it? Sleep was my sanctuary.
Fire Brandy had just killed herself to save her from losing more children. Tizquick had killed himself because his daughter had been a lie.
And now, at the edge of the apocalypse, I finally realized how much I needed other people.
There’s no such thing as a non-profit religion. At least not in the legal sense.
It felt like the wrong lesson, especially now. But that’s what happens, isn’t it? The universe shows us how cruel it can be, and we are worse for it.
Sometimes we do things that are not of our nature to protect our own.
We are all prostitutes in one way or another, I suppose.
All large-scale AIs eventually go insane. There’s even a term for it. Primal Degeneration. Going primal.