Mixing, meshing, separate yet one entity. It's the only way to describe such a deluded mind, the deluded mind of they; to other simple mortals there was little more than a dry stale monotony of recycled thoughts
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but there were certain thoughts that went with certain people that were best described as chaotic.
Of course, such a person was of a rare breed and race and state of mind. Such a person could look beyond the silly game, yet immerse themselves in the cacophony of reused thoughts overandoverandover and feed, flower, flourish in the combined robot-like disorganized pool.
Children, thrown into life and subjects of a society wishing to reform them?
Teenagers, old enough to feel emotions yet not old enough to feel consequence?
Adults, thrown into the gauntlet of corporate life and the battlements of dates, relations, downhill spirals and uphill trends?
The answer would never reveal itself.
But they, at least, their essence; it's all so very filling.
Yeah. I sorta thought that Verus and Wiseman were together all along, and eventually Wiseman (being the awesome uber parasite he is) just takes over Verus and blahblahblah, you know what happens.
WISEMAN IS OBESE ON SOULS.
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