11-19-2021, 03:16:14 AM
[Sherry just watches silently as "John Thorn" runs off into the distance. After a moment's pause, she turns to Heeko and sighs.]
"Not sympathizing with that dude if he's the one who sic'd those fucking traitors on us, but... Fucker's got a point, y'know. None of us wanna stay here at this point, none of us wanna deal with the bloodshed both of you've caused. Why can't we just... go home at this point? I don't care that there's still one more traitor to find—mirándote, Nintendo—among the remaining people here I doubt they even wanna kill at this point. Unless their target's you, in particular, 'cause you've been keeping us here as basically glorified hostages-slash-slaves doing petty shit for you while you just sit back and blather on about this dumbass hub you haven't even made an inch of progress towards building. 'Oh but we have to make sure everything is perfect before we start'—fuck you. We got the supplies on the FIRST GODDAMN DAY and you haven't even suggested that we start construction yet. Hell, it sounds like you're looking for excuses to procrastinate and let the killers mutilate us one by one like a mechanic at an assembly line... Izzat all we are to you? Just a bunch of worker drones, to be torn apart, put back together and replaced at the first sign of a flaw? The timing of my and Dubhe's arrivals were a stroke of luck; you haven't had anyone fill in the voids left by any of the other people that've died—might I add, at least one of whom was killed by you, murderer as she was. And if we make it out of here alive, and get to share our stories? Nobody will even WANT to be your replacements anymore."
"In simplest terms, you're a dumbass. A stubborn one, at that. You're no better than the corporations who set the world on fire in my timeline. You're no better than the traitors you're trying to weed out—make us weed out for you. I'd tell you to burn in hell, but I think even the devil would notice what you've done and make you eat shit."
[With that off her chest, Sherry retreats to her cabin bedroom once more.]
"Not sympathizing with that dude if he's the one who sic'd those fucking traitors on us, but... Fucker's got a point, y'know. None of us wanna stay here at this point, none of us wanna deal with the bloodshed both of you've caused. Why can't we just... go home at this point? I don't care that there's still one more traitor to find—mirándote, Nintendo—among the remaining people here I doubt they even wanna kill at this point. Unless their target's you, in particular, 'cause you've been keeping us here as basically glorified hostages-slash-slaves doing petty shit for you while you just sit back and blather on about this dumbass hub you haven't even made an inch of progress towards building. 'Oh but we have to make sure everything is perfect before we start'—fuck you. We got the supplies on the FIRST GODDAMN DAY and you haven't even suggested that we start construction yet. Hell, it sounds like you're looking for excuses to procrastinate and let the killers mutilate us one by one like a mechanic at an assembly line... Izzat all we are to you? Just a bunch of worker drones, to be torn apart, put back together and replaced at the first sign of a flaw? The timing of my and Dubhe's arrivals were a stroke of luck; you haven't had anyone fill in the voids left by any of the other people that've died—might I add, at least one of whom was killed by you, murderer as she was. And if we make it out of here alive, and get to share our stories? Nobody will even WANT to be your replacements anymore."
"In simplest terms, you're a dumbass. A stubborn one, at that. You're no better than the corporations who set the world on fire in my timeline. You're no better than the traitors you're trying to weed out—make us weed out for you. I'd tell you to burn in hell, but I think even the devil would notice what you've done and make you eat shit."
[With that off her chest, Sherry retreats to her cabin bedroom once more.]
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THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY