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[Hey, look, it's Banjou on the network. He doesn't post much, but he looks like he's in decent spirits today.

He's bundled up warmly and is sitting outside, guitar in his lap.]

...I'm not sure why I want to do this today, usually I just play music, but I thought I'd have a little fun today.

[And so he starts to sing.

......I'm so sorry.

Because this is a musical, he's actually pretty good, but if you think he's going to acknowledge any of this after tomorrow...]

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Yeah, I guess so.

[He rubs at the side of his head, looking awkward.]

Maybe it's better if no one goes back. After all, this place has enough strangeness that goes on in it without people suddenly having confusing memories.

[Oh, that--hmm. That's weirdly familiar.]

[Welp, good thing Dave's a champion at not looking too hard at things.]

I mean, yeah, my vote's for not going back ever, but probably some chumps around here are raring to bail. You can't please everyone, you know?

[Banjou's about as subtle as a brick wall.]

It's pretty complicated, isn't it? I can't say I blame anyone, no matter what their choice is.

Yeah. My friend, she knew she was missing something but didn't want to bring it up, but ultimately we ended up talking about it just so we could be on the same page. It worked out.

At least it worked out, right?

Yup. Like ripping off a band-aid.

I mean, it was a band-aid over a horrific, gaping psychological wound that'll never heal, but, eh. I'll take what I can get.

....That bad, huh?

Honesty hour or the subject honesty hour was about? 'Cause I mean, honesty hour was bad enough, but I'm pretty sure nothing comes close to the total suckage that was my last few hours before coming here. Unless it was my best bro's birthday three years ago, that blew pretty hard.

I meant both, more or less.

What happened at your friends birthday? If you feel like sharing, I mean.

Man, it'd probably take a couple years to cover all that bullshit. Tl;dr: we played a game that ended the world and only the four of us survived. If "survived" is even the right word to use in that situation.

[....wow]

That sounds terrible.

How the hell did something like that happen?! What kind of game could have--

[and then he stops suddenly, looking awkward.]

...I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to.

Pfft, dude, I bring it up near-constantly, I don't give a fuck.

[Because bringing it up constantly is definitely a sign of total indifference.]

Anyway, SBURB was supposedly this unprecedented immersive experience that nobody actually knew a whole lot about, now that I look back on it, but it was actually a mechanism through which a cycle of ultimate creation and ultimate destruction perpetuated itself. I'm talking, like, universe-forming and -obliterating levels of insanity, here. Anyway, it sucked, would not play again, negative hats out of five. I guess I just talk about it a lot because I don't have any other frame of experience.

[Holy shit dude.]

That's--

I can't imagine getting involve in something like that!

I mean, yeah, when I just say it, it sounds pretty fantastical. It's more mundane when you're actually living it through. There's, like, pockets of "exciting" shit sandwiched in years and years of stale-ass spacedrift tedium.

[That sounds rough. He knows how having a lot of shit beyond your control goes.]

At least you don't have to deal with that here, even if it doesn't last forever.

Yeah.

[And that's all he really wants to say on the matter.]

Anyway, we cleared it up, and things are good now. I mean, we don't talk about it or anything, but at least we aired it out the one time.

[He understands. No worries, Dave.]

At least you got it out there so it's not hanging around awkwardly.

Now we can both make the decision to ignore it like weenies with the fully-informed maturity of being totally grown up. Score.

[He gives a quiet laugh.]

Putting it that way makes it sound kind of stupid, doesn't it?

Maybe. But I don't think dwelling on it all the fucking time would do us much good, either, when it's all shit we can't and couldn't do anything about. So, shrug, I guess.

Life enjoys throwing wrenches into things.

It sounds like it's one of those shitty things you just have to deal with.

Pretty much.

[Yup.]

Anyway, there's enough going on with the Pokémon and the training and the saving up hotel money to keep our heads occupied, so it's not like it comes up too much.

[It comes up literally all the time oh my god Dave.]

Do you record, by the way? Even if you don't usually sing, 's worth thinking about. Bet people are always looking for samples that aren't the ubiquitous travel BGM.

[Dave no, be happy about Pokemon world instead!]

I can't say I have, really.

[Mostly he's just played music for moral support reasons, playing guitar for fun is still a fairly new concept for me.]

It's worth a try, I guess. The PokeGears are pretty good at recording audio. Normally I don't play anything in particular, usually I make up my own little tunes as I go along.

[What is this 'happy' you speak of and how will it kill him this time?]

Bro, you totally should. Even if it's small shit someone else might stumble on it and decide, shit, I could sample this for my next project, and bam, you're remixed. If you're into that, anyway.

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