[belongs in non-canon] [has something been slowly swapping non-canon and morning spam?]
you are in dark misty maze. anxious. jogging, huffing for breath.
you turn a corner and smack into raffick boss’ visage suddenly appearing, looming, darting at you, gigantic, hazy
traffick boss’s visage [booming, whispering, darting at you wide-eyed]: “i will drive you into ruin …!”
you gasp in terror at traffick boss intending to drive you into ruin [—it’s too much! we can’t take it! stopping before running other way, murdering family, turning into robot, enslaving for political assasination forever and more and more. also before fade-out of fantasy scene into hyper prison. Too much.
[ we have to skip terrorization montage scene but the end bit sounds nice]
you are flailing and screaming and flailing and screaming “nooo!” when it all fades away, it was all imaginary [ok. Let’s stop there. Too much screaming, like the imaginary part. It was all imaginary. It was all imaginary. sighs of relief and pleasure. this is what world is about
grassroots activisit [in hyperpris— wi—]: “it was all imaginary. there is no mind control boss. there is no torture room. there never was, there never were—“ grassroots activist [taking off blindf— [[skip that, undo that part]]—putting blindfold back on, raising arms and head happily upwards]: “it was all in my head! —wait