ghost car of barna road
track 2 - slop 1/2
i woke up early and stashed last night's bottle of whiskey into my backpack. the sky was a turbulent cyan, beyond the window of my childhood bedroom. aside from a single suitcase all my things were still in the car. there was no dress change until i brough the boxes in.
but coffe first.
i opened the door on a dark empty staircase, walked the 2 steps toward the creaking stairs, bumped my head on a decorative element, slipped, cussed, got to the kitchen and reached for the kettle just in time for an assault.
someone yelled and barelled towards me.
i threw the kettle at them.
glass and tiny elecrical parts scattered over the floor to my cried. “what the fuck, mom!!! what the actual fuck!!! jesus, for fuck’s sake!!!”
“fiadh?”
“yes!” i yelled, pushing my shaking hands into my hair while sampling the damage. “of course it’s me, who the fuck do you fucking think it could be?!!”
cool and collected my mother lowered the decorative giraffe statue she was armed with and smoothed out her mauve nightgown. “there are break-ins now, you know. dangerous criminal elements. the news said so.”
i glowered at her. “where would the fucking criminal element get the keys?”
“don’t cuss,’ she replied. then, turning to the stairs called up, “it’s fiadh, mark! tell the garda everything is alright, now”
i sighed, lowering my face into my palms while she stashed away her girrafe and enveloped me in a tight hug. her body felt warm and small. she used to be so much taller than me. she used to be taller than the world.
i pulled away, attempting a smile that felt short. “coffe?”
“oh, i’m afraid the kettle is busted.”
“i can use a top,” I proposed, opening a cupboard and looking in. i wondered where, among all this colourful junk, will i ever be able to stash my earless prague mug.
my mom pursed her lips. “well… they have kettles at lidl this week.”
i stopped and pulled my head back to look at her. if her face was any indication she was not fucking joking. “it’s quite early and…”
“they open in 4 minutes.”
“are you seriou…”
“yes, now that i think about it there is this one cyan option i've had my eye on…”
“mom, i didn’t have my coffee yet and this is just…”
“yes, baby,” she said in a very calming voice, pointing at a supermarket ad, ‘that is why we need the kettle, see? oh, and while you’re there maybe grab some eggs and rolls? i’ll make us a nice omellete.”
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I promise I'm gonna write a longer piece about SSO's writing one of these days but before I do that, have this general tldr I just spawned because I was thinking about why I'm so fucking disappointed in Anne's character writing in particular (I have a lot of positive things to say about Anne's writing but I also have a lot of complaints about it)
I want this game to be interesting in execution, not just in concept
This entire game is so fucking well set-up and it's so interesting as a setting, and SSE are really good at introducing interesting conflict in the story but then doing fuck all with it (for many reasons, primarily what reads to me like not wanting to make the "good side", i.e the druids, but even more so the soul riders, "morally questionable") Biggest example being Anne not being allowed to go far enough in her character set-up of being disappointed in her situation (like her only being allowed to be disappointed, not pissed and angry and vengeful, she's just kinda miffed about it), like how when she runs away with the clover SSE has THE free-est fucking conflict ever, and they just do not go far enough with it because we can't have the soul riders disagreeing, and that's so fucking Boring and Frustrating, because so much of it is Right There but they NEVER ALLOW THEMSELVES TO DO ANYTHING WITH IT for so many reasons and it pisses me of
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