[12,000 years into the future]
Two teenagers, wandering the outskirts of civilization, take a small detour from the day’s adventure, drawn by the mysterious allure of a metal sign.
The taller, the leaner of the two takes the initiative. He approaches the object of interest, paying no mind to the now-clicking meter clipped to his legwear.
“Well, well, well, what is one of these babies doing in a place like this?”
“It’s an old, forgotten corner of the world, dumbass,” bites the second, a shorter, rounder boy, “where vintage, nerd shit reigns supreme.”
The taller boy draws yet closer. “I mean, how is this thing even still standing?” He asks with a laugh as he rattles the post back and forth.
The plate creaks as it is playfully thrashed about, before falling from its place, down into the sand.
“Welp, there’s your answer. ‘Cause we hadn’t come around yet,” the little cynic shrugs.
“Oh, shut up, you,” the jester playfully retorts.
“What does it even say?”
“How’s about we find out for ourselves, bud?”
As the investigator lowers himself to read, the bystander, still a few paces back from everything, notices a glyph that makes the distance close in the blink of an eye.
“WAIT, HOLY SHIT, IS THAT ENGLISH?”
“Woah, now that you mention it, you’re right! Heh, you and your vintage nerd shit! Good eye, bro!” He offers a fist bump, but the once-dismissive youth is now too absorbed to notice.
“This must be from before the New Age! Give me a minute, I can probably read this, if all this rust’ll let me.”
In a rare show of excitement, the boy leans in a bit closer, just close enough to barely - yet unmistakably - make out the first two lines.
THIS PLACE IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR.
/SRS
“what the fuck-”
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ngl fuck watcher, shane married a jew and has been awfully quiet about the genocide on Palestine. and since he's ryan's best friend ryan's quiet now too when he was NOT quiet about the blm and stop asian hate movement before.
i'm not gonna sit here and make excuses for them and defend their silence because yeah it is disappointing that they haven't used their platforms to bring more awareness and attention to the ongoing genocide.
ultimately it's your choice whether or not you continue to support them. i don't believe there's some agreed upon silence pact among watcher like you're suggesting. i don't see any of them being the kind of people to ask their friends not to speak on an issue because of what they may or may not personally believe.
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All the Monsters indigenous to the desert live on the screen.} {The next scene tumbles in From all directions
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Why killjoys use masks and their development
At first they served as one would expect, purely to hide the wearers identity. This was one of the main reasons why everyone wore them even when the war was still hidden behind the horizon and BL/Ind was barely grasping at it's power. After the war and after the city hid behind walls and locked it's citizens inside, masks were more about protecting the wearer's family than the person themselves, they confused the algorithms and when the computer can't recognize your face and match it with your identity in it's database it can't tie you to illegal activities which means you can protect your close ones even when you can't be with them personally, when you're outside scrambling to survive under the scorching sun while they're waiting for you at the diner table with already cold meal. At this point the masks were nothing fancy, any cloth, plain domino mask or old carnival mask did the job and that's what mattered.
With the zones becoming more and more toxic as a direct fallout of the war full head masks and helmets with filters and sun rays protection became widely popular. Plain gas mask was your best grab but motorcycle helmets were also good enough.
This was long before the outcasts even thought of calling themselves killjoys and the rebellion was still on the edge of it's birth but as it goes even masks and helmets had to become part of fashion and so crazy colourful designs representing the wearers personality and name became the heat. Perhaps that did quite a bit for messing with the computers as well but who cared the old days were too far gone to hang onto safety.
Only long after all this happened the belief that your soul can be tied to a physical object such like a mask arose in minds of the people lost in endless sand. Perhaps in the beginning The Phoenix Witch wasn't roaming the lonely dunes, perhaps she was born from the electric waves and unheard prayers, perhaps she was there all along but the teenage martyrs didn't need a god to cry out to but now she's the main point behind it all.
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