when fic writers say comments motivate us to actually write i mean a stranger told me "yeah write fic! follow ur heart dude!" and i came up with 3 new fic ideas on the spot and started 2 of them
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Rain World is a lesson in persistence — in accepting the inevitability of failure, and learning from it.
It is a lesson in resourcefulness — using the few tools you have to thrive through skill and efficiency.
Looking a little deeper, it could be a warning against selfishness, as well; a reminder of the ruin brought by neglecting your creations and the world in which you live.
But to me, most of all, it has been a lesson in cherishing survival.
I can’t cure the rot. I can’t restore Moon to her working condition. I can’t solve the Great Problem and allow the iterators to be put to their long-needed rest. There isn’t much I, this little rat thing in the middle of nowhere, can do in the big picture.
But that’s not the point, is it?
The point is living.
When the cycle timer or the local lizard population decides it doesn’t want you progressing today, there’s nothing wrong with finding enough food to get through the rain and slinking back into the shelter you woke up in.
The world may be harsh, and you may be small, but here you are, making yourself a place in it anyway.
You delivered a neuron. You fought off a vulture for your scavenger friends. You chased bats and picked fruit and dreamed about everything you’ve found, everything you’ve lost, everything you’ve learned — and you lived.
Despite everything, you lived. You’re alive, and you made it here.
There is a reason the game saves only when you hibernate.
There is a reason Survivor is the first passage.
Because without survival, there can be nothing.
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