[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

It's okay!

[warriorscribe]

[This is comfortable ground. The pit's pull is becoming less irritating.]

At least one person must be in support of it, or we would never have anything new.

[zunesareawesome]

Ha! That's true!

[You get finger-guns, Enoch.]

Still though. Coming here? Didn't all this technology seem like magic to you?

[warriorscribe]

Much of it still does. I don't know how it all works, even if I know how to use it. That's not so different from many other things we use without knowing precisely what is taking place. The people of my time navigate by the sun and stars without knowing what they really are.

[He shrugs, still smiling faintly.]

After one of the Fallen Angels' mechanical constructs, I'm honestly more relieved to see automatons who are designed to help.

[zunesareawesome]

It was like that when I was a kid, going into space. Except I was kinda prepared for it, a little, watching movies and stuff. Kinda had a handle on what to expect, a little? But a lot still surprised me.

But man. I can't imagine not knowing what the sun and stars really are.

...Fallen Angels' mechanical constructs? That sounds kinda...hardcore?

[warriorscribe]

Azazel, their effective leader. He built a world of technological marvels, claiming it to be humanity's future. There were many things he may have been right about, but...if we didn't earn it, it's not truly ours, is it? We don't know its dangers or its true value...

[zunesareawesome]

And this was like, in ancient times? Whoa! But did they help people or did it all turn out to be evil or something?

[warriorscribe]

They truly wanted to help. They didn't realize that-...when God gave us dominion over the Earth, it meant it was our home to make. Every advancement, every triumph, even every failure, it belonged to us, as things to learn from and build on. To simply be handed such a life would be to never know if we could have done it on our own. If it could be adapted to the particular needs of a certain people. It was not ours.

[He sighs deeply - he's not done, because that's the tamest of the Watchers' problems.]

And good intentions notwithstanding, they made a dangerous pact with a demon prince, and everyone who died in their little world, with no way of knowing, consigned their souls to feed him.

[zunesareawesome]

...wow.

[Yep, that's just...wow.]

Your world sounds wild, man.

[warriorscribe]

My world is like any other Earth, as far as the majority of its people are concerned. It's the nonphysical side most people never see for themselves that's strange.

...I forget sometimes, the full extent of my perspective.

[zunesareawesome]

The fact your world has an actual nonphysical side is wild enough, dude.

[warriorscribe]

And yet, there will be people like you, who will come to the conclusion there isn't, and the handful that can say any better will be dismissed as madmen. Some of them will be mad, in fact.

How is one to tell there isn't one? But that's the best assumption, really - if Heaven acts as intended, it should indeed seem - from a mortal perspective - that there is nothing else there.

[zunesareawesome]

...y-yeah. [And with that, now he's thinking about his mom and what she'd said to him and just--he can't, not right now. His voice hitches, and he shakes his head.]

I...I think I should check out something...else around here.

[warriorscribe]

[Oh, that's not a good reaction. His stomach twists and his throat constricts slightly as he wonders what he'd said, still afraid of hurting others. If there was some fact of his world that he'd inadvertently misused...]

Did I upset you? I'm sorry.