So do you have any memories/thoughts about the final moments of your sburb session?
Well, for the larger sburb game– with the humans and everything– I don’t really remember anything. I have… senses about it, but that’s it. Trepidation, mostly.
I do however have a memory of when our original session was supposed to end. Standing there on the platform in the darkness above the medium, I think ‘self satisfied’ is the best way to describe how I felt. How we all felt, self satisfied and eager. We were supposed to become gods of a new world then. Only to have it ripped from us at the last moment. I still can feel the shock, the outrage, the utter *indigence* of having that taken away.
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