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In your fear, in your haste, you nearly trip. But you manage to catch yourself, gripping your phone like it’s some kind of life line. Behind you, there's a loud shriek. You don't dare look back though. Instead, your fingers fumble with your phone, blood smearing the buttons and screen as you desperately scroll through your contacts.
When you find the one you're looking for you slam your finger down on the call button as if it’ll relay your desperation. Normally, you'd probably hesitate to make this call, but this is kind of a life or death situation: you can't afford to hesitate.
Otherwise, you might actually die.
There's another screech and out of the corner of your eye you see something move on your left side. Your gut tells you to move and you veer to the right, narrowly avoiding one of the monster's giant arms.
You can faintly hear the ringback tone. Pick up, you pray. Pick up, pick up, pick up! A couple seconds later, the call finally connects with a click and you bring your phone to your ear, barreling to the left as the monster swipes at you again.
On the other end you hear a chuckle. "Well, well, well, look who's calling little ol' me."
You do not have time for his theatrics.
You open your mouth to tell him that, but the monster behind you goes in for another attack and it seems like the third time’s truly the charm, because this hit connects and sends you flying.
"Hello? Hellooooo?"
Your body collides with a building and all the air is yanked from your lungs upon impact. There’s a sharp, searing pain all along your back and your phone drops from your hand and clatters onto the ground.
You cough up some blood and it splatters onto your phone. Gross.
"Helloooo?"
At this rate, you don’t have time for posturizing either.
“....help,” you manage to say. To your annoyance, it sounds far more feeble than you intend for it to.
The other end of line is silent, then he speaks, dropping pretense as well, his tone completely serious. "What's going on? Where are you?"
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at school today i was looking for the lab, and i idly read a bit of one of those research posters college lab buildings always have on the walls, n it was abt the readability of digital textbooks, n i was like, "ooooo fascinating! yeah fuck that shit i hate reading online digital textbooks"
and like, it never occurred to me to think abt Why that was a thing from a design perspective-- like i thought that it was just an adhd thing, and it might still be!-- but it turns out that there are graphic design reasons why digital textbooks are harder to read/comprehend, and it's basically just that a screen ratio on a laptop will cut off information that would otherwise be displayed all at once on a page, and the more i read the poster, the more i kept thinking:
"wow, this is shit i remember seeing worded less academically in those web pages about scanlating and typesetting manga"
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Most Fe3h fans when talking about their comfort characters: “yeah I have Edelgard/Dimitri/Bernadetta/Ferdie/Felix/Seteth/(some other reasonable and normal character the game wants you to like) as a comfort character”
Me when talking about my FE3H comfort characters: “yeah my main fe3h comfort characters are the underdeveloped dubstep mole wizards (ok their leader mainly) and a backstory plotdevice lady who only exists to give some angsty connection to Edelgard and Dimitri as characters”
Thoguh in my defense I also have Marianne, Mercedes, Jeritza and Rodrigue as my comfort characters so it’s not like my taste in three houses comforts is completely unusual/weird.
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