2020 is winding down, and the rest of the country if not the world got to experience that horrific time dilation I mentioned last year. People talked about it lasting forever, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kjorteo typoed that this year was 2022 and I didn’t have the heart to correct her, and we’ve still got three days left in the year.
Bigotry and hatred run rampant, but one cannot learn in a world free of failure, and these flames have once again cleansed. The phoenix finds itself reborn for the third time since this account was created.
“Sword” has rechristened as Flare Sword. You can refer to us as you normally have before now, or call the system “Flare” if you’d like, both work. And yes, we will occasionally slip from I/me to we/us from here on out; plurality is a certain at this point. Emias, the yang, and Sumire, the yin, have been joined by Kendall, the mu. The system is genderfluid, and still goes by any pronouns you please, defaulting to a cis-passing he/him. Em is he/him genderfluid, Su is she/her genderfluid, Kendall is he/him male and prefers his full name, no abbreviation, if any proper noun is used to refer to him. Names have power.
This year has sucked. Anxiety and doomsaying have gone off the charts, the government has shown active malice towards its people, and we’ve found ourselves unable to do much more than endure. Thankfully, we’re good at that. Temper the steel in the heat.
Unfortunately, it means that for most of the year, games have been an escape, a distraction instead of a hobby, and that escape has been a toxic cesspit filled with Marche Radiujus every step of the way. That said, there are some outstanding picks this year that I will get to when I have access to my own computer again.
Until then: we survived, bitch. A little more fragmented, but still physically in one meaty piece.
kjorteo typoed that this year was 2022 and I didn’t have the heart to correct her, and we’ve still got three days left in the year.Bigotry and hatred run rampant, but one cannot learn in a world free of failure, and these flames have once again cleansed. The phoenix finds itself reborn for the third time since this account was created.
“Sword” has rechristened as Flare Sword. You can refer to us as you normally have before now, or call the system “Flare” if you’d like, both work. And yes, we will occasionally slip from I/me to we/us from here on out; plurality is a certain at this point. Emias, the yang, and Sumire, the yin, have been joined by Kendall, the mu. The system is genderfluid, and still goes by any pronouns you please, defaulting to a cis-passing he/him. Em is he/him genderfluid, Su is she/her genderfluid, Kendall is he/him male and prefers his full name, no abbreviation, if any proper noun is used to refer to him. Names have power.
This year has sucked. Anxiety and doomsaying have gone off the charts, the government has shown active malice towards its people, and we’ve found ourselves unable to do much more than endure. Thankfully, we’re good at that. Temper the steel in the heat.
Unfortunately, it means that for most of the year, games have been an escape, a distraction instead of a hobby, and that escape has been a toxic cesspit filled with Marche Radiujus every step of the way. That said, there are some outstanding picks this year that I will get to when I have access to my own computer again.
Until then: we survived, bitch. A little more fragmented, but still physically in one meaty piece.
