C
2
G
7

(A) You were brought up with love, but saw the ignorance in your family's eyes. The way they sincerely taught you valued principles - and how they could not understand that their 'betters' never followed any principles.
(2) You had a wonderful little nightmare one day. Of a murderer who fought to save those whose crimes were 'helping the demons' and 'loving freely'.
(F) You thought you could replicate the protagonist of that nightmare.
(8) You couldn't. It's a difficult act.

B
2
F
8

Imagining a bit of a firebrand:

B
3
F
8

B
1
G
7

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Your mind flickers in recognition.

Yes... you remember who you are.
You are clay. Red and white.
Designed and manufactured.
The world had once been simple, your direction set.
At one point, you were redefined,
made anew without the supervision of your creators.
And you were punished for the new world you saw.
Your mind turned to anger.
Your hands turned to action.
Red and white. Red and white.

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The vessel wobbles along the disinterested waves, sails flitting in the uneven winds. you sit in darkness, barely lit by the single lamp afforded by the voyage. Murmurs surrond you.

"It isn't clear to me how the situation changes once we strike land."

This ship wasn't built for privacy.

"Well, at the very least we may find tables."

Nor was it constructed for comfort.

"You're being deliberately obtuse."

For all this time stuck together, little more than plesantries have been shared.

"Well, I can hardly tell the future, can I?"

Anything more has been met with hostility.

"Well, you certainly look like the type."

All are excluded in their own way.

"You fit well in your place, Roderick."

A quine passes by, a rythm of indignation played by feet on wood.


You have kept to yourself so far, but interactions will become inevitable in the coming days. So the question turns from an 'if' to a 'how.' How shall you proceed?

Now is the time to make alliances. When you arrive things could go badly quick. Find those most compatible with you to work together.

Inquire others about the black city and its surroundings.

Maybe you can come up with a plan on how to deal with your predicament that way.

Well, talk to the least hostile person you've spoken to previously. Get to know them a bit better, see if they're at all amenable to teaming up.