video; un: saxitup | two truths, one lie

[saxsongs]

Hello! Some of you might remember me, but in case you don't - my name is Ren Jinguji. I returned during New Years and I'm resuming my work as an idol!

[With rewnewed energy, as one might notice from his annoyingly sparkling smile.]

But that's not why I'm making this post, really. I want to propose a game! Something so we can get to know each other better.

This is, two truths, one lie. Write three things about yourself, one of which is a lie. Others will have to guess which one it is. Of course, you can also reply as a video or a voice message, if that's easier.

Simple, right? Let's have fun.

Comments

[abnormalizes]

Here's nice. I would love to be able to bring more people from my world here too, they deserve a better life as much as I do, but it doesn't work like that, unfortunately.

[throneaway]

I take it that you would choose to remain, if your mission here was over, then. That there's nothing compelling you to yearn for your old world at all?

[abnormalizes]

I miss my parents. But they'd be happier and safer here, too.

[throneaway]

Understandable.

Most of the survivors from my world were taken from the same place, so it never really occurred to me it could be much worse and that the Constant might be an improvement for them, but... it did end up that way. Even the ones changed by magic.

I suppose wherever you go, there you are.

[abnormalizes]

There's something to be said for adaptability in general, I guess.

What's the Constant like?

[throneaway]

I believe it is the only thing that matters. Besides the pursuit of power.

An idyllic skin of natural beauty, stretched taut over the Ancients' ruinous excess. Thoroughly traumatized in every way, and pulsing throughout with infection's heat. Tired old clockworks creaking along to birdsong, skulls peeking from snowdrifts.

It was humbling to care as much as I did for it, and to be so insignificant to it in return. But that could be said of any place.

[abnormalizes]

[That... is definitely a description. Somehow Evangeline feels like she can get a sense of it.]

I'd love to see it someday. It sounds incredible.

[throneaway]

It is, I miss it.

Incidentally. I must ask your patience, and offer my apologies if I've been rude, I wasn't sure what to make of you at first.

[abnormalizes]

Maxwell, if I had a nickel for every time someone wasn't sure what to make of me, I could retire comfortably. You're fine, I'm not going to take offense.