dear_mun | A match made in...?

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A match made in...?

Honestly, mun? I thought that we had an understanding but you are being very difficult right now.

Firstly you send me against my will to a prison where I am stripped of almost every power I have and now you want me to have to deal with a so-called warden who is... I do not even know how to describe him. But this one named Chris D'Amico is certainly not suitable to lead me down any path of redemption. You should rethink what amuses you.

Oh, and that 'icon' is not amusing at all.

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Indeed, sir? Well, I do think that that icon is the tiniest bit amusing, or at the very least-- oh what is the word in English? Le présage? An-- unhappily happy-- omen, perhaps? Yes, I do believe that is the word, at any rate. :: And Tommy smiles blandly at Loki ::

And pray, do not forget that you are also in my own mundane's musebox, where you have unlimited power-- save of course, the power of an administrator over the general content of the box...

Unlimited power within limits then?

[He smirks but then looks annoyed.]

I was perfectly happy where I was. Where I still am. And they are not neglecting you or others in these so-called PSLs.

They seemed to think I could not be contained to just these things and decided to make this more difficult for me by sending me to the worst possible place and having the worst sort of ideas.

:: And you have all of Tommy's sympathy, of course-- well, that that is not reserved for the likes of Ruvik from The Evil Within and other people he's met in various communities! =P ::

Indeed? Well, I am sorry about that... And I do think that mundanes tend to find a certain amount of joy in our suffering; for suffering, in fact, that would break them, were they to be put through the same wringer...

Apparently so. I must have been too happy for them. Becoming too content.

Oh dear... Too happy? Too content? Is there such a thing? And. Why on earth would your mundane not take his or her own joy out of your happiness and contentment, anyway...? Mundanes are most strange in their motives, they really are!

They were impulsive and I am paying the price. They have forced others to that place before.

I have my family at the other place and we are forming closer bonds. I have others that I care about. I was doing the right thing by my own violation without having this talk of redemption forced upon me.

I went to that other place to get away from a prison and now they send me to another. How is that even fair?

Presuming you mean "volition" rather than "violation"-- for the one is definitely an offence against other people, whereas the other is a term related to your own willpower-- well, it is NOT fair; no, not at all... I am extremely sorry for you, is all I can say... And hopefully your mundane will lose interest in this-- redemption arc of yours. Or at the very least: recognise that you are enjoying "redemption" amongst your own family, alone.

Perhaps you are misunderstanding my accent. Did I not say volition? You must have heard incorrectly.

The worst thing is they probably want me to not even find this redemption, wanting to trap me there forever.

Oh dear... That would indeed, be terrible for you... Although of course, you could maintain your own sanity and happiness by playing in-- other sandboxes, such as my own mundane's... I mean, I would not blame you at all if you were to-- revert to your old ways, which I apparently know only by virtue of something called the "Meta Effect", and torture myself and my boxmates with death and destruction... and even just plain torture if that suits your fancy at all... [[oh dear GOD, Tommy, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM! xD]]

[He raises his eyebrows.]

Is that what you think of me? That I enjoy such cruelties?

Well... Not exactly; I scarcely even know you, after all. I mean, my mundane claims to know you, and thus: this "Meta Effect" that she is-- gracing me with. :: And of course, Tommy pulls a deep grimace to show just what he thinks of this "Meta" business, and of his Mundane, of course! ::

Yes... Some of us know more here. I realise that.

But I am not some.... monster.

[The word itself seems to hurt him somehow.]

Well, even with my mundane muttering in my ear such things as "LIES! LIES! Lying Liar who LIES!" -- I can certainly understand your point of view, and I am reluctant to believe my mundane, given that she has painted me as some sort of-- erm-- "Jerkass Woobie", in her own mind, and I do consider myself a monster, entirely deserving of whatever awaits me in Hell...