( It's starting to occur to him that for a wasteland-roaming apocalypse survivor, she's got some serious Disney Princess vibes. Just... the sweetest, pluckiest, least Hunter-y demeanor he's ever seen in somebody that's likely been on the receiving end of as much horror and misfortune as she's leading him to believe. He can't decide yet whether it's because she's making it all up, or if she's just- like that.
Time will tell. If she's a pathological liar, at least she's a fun one. )
Well, not to burst your bubble or anything, but uh- yeah, we had a handful of cannibalistic ghouls where I come from. Pretty uncommon occurrence, though. Your average Joe wouldn't believe they existed outside of fiction. Other than that, it was...
( He pauses. Licks his lips, sways a little to the side as he considers it. Really considers it, the honest and unfiltered truth as re-viewed through the lens of hindsight he's got now, at the end of his life and in the permanent home of a completely different universe. )
Complicated. Surviving was easier than an Apocalypse World for most people, hands down. Movies got way better, then way worse, then kind of... levelled out. Social media really took off, whatever the hell that means. Pretty sure capitalism's a scam and politics are going, like, fully unhinged, but what can you do, you know?
( Legally, he couldn't even vote anymore, what with that whole felony FBI's most wanted list thing. Not that he had time to keep up with it all when he was busy with- everything else. )
But I'll tell you one thing, the world... it seems like the world just keeps trying to end. Over and over and over again, no matter how many times you manage to pull it back from the ledge, something else always comes up right after to try and send it careening back off the rails. I'm pretty sure where I'm from's gonna end up almost exactly like where you're from, one day.
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Time will tell. If she's a pathological liar, at least she's a fun one. )
Well, not to burst your bubble or anything, but uh- yeah, we had a handful of cannibalistic ghouls where I come from. Pretty uncommon occurrence, though. Your average Joe wouldn't believe they existed outside of fiction. Other than that, it was...
( He pauses. Licks his lips, sways a little to the side as he considers it. Really considers it, the honest and unfiltered truth as re-viewed through the lens of hindsight he's got now, at the end of his life and in the permanent home of a completely different universe. )
Complicated. Surviving was easier than an Apocalypse World for most people, hands down. Movies got way better, then way worse, then kind of... levelled out. Social media really took off, whatever the hell that means. Pretty sure capitalism's a scam and politics are going, like, fully unhinged, but what can you do, you know?
( Legally, he couldn't even vote anymore, what with that whole felony FBI's most wanted list thing. Not that he had time to keep up with it all when he was busy with- everything else. )
But I'll tell you one thing, the world... it seems like the world just keeps trying to end. Over and over and over again, no matter how many times you manage to pull it back from the ledge, something else always comes up right after to try and send it careening back off the rails. I'm pretty sure where I'm from's gonna end up almost exactly like where you're from, one day.