Little Worlds Predictions

[rockpapercynic]

Yeah, three part-time jobs and full-time student-ing (final year of combined honours degree) have kept me insanely busy of late. At some point in the next week I'll finish the story and put it on hiatus until the summer.

I love Little Worlds, but it requires me to be more organized than I can manage right now.

[Snarkalicious]

The Accountant and Duke will be revealed as representatives the opposing forces of Volition and Nature, respectively. Our hero(?) will learn of the struggle first through the words of the Accountant, and then through Duke, whose position will become clear in a later meeting.

The two powerful figures will all but disappear from the action, leaving their respective minions (Lev, 8-ball etc) to vie for the good favor of Derby, whose real importance

Spoiler:

(hot date to the prom and/or rare blood type match for black market kidney theft...YAY NIHILISM)

will come to be revealed in the end.

[The Accountant]

Check your calculations. Volition is useful at times, although its existence is often an unnecessary inconvenience.

[Duke]

No matter how you plead, the meat of monsters will not turn into harmless symbols of irrelevant abstractions. The creature of numbers tries to warn you when he speaks of calculation and use. Your "volition" is what you wish the world to be; your "nature" how you think the world wishes itself. Neither breathes substance. Neither bleeds worth.

Shape the world with your teeth.

[Snarkalicious]

After much rumination (read: whiskey consumed before noon) I have come to the conclusion that the characters arrayed before me do not exist apart from each other, nor as a part of each other, but spin in an undefinable orbit, the axis of which is the essential soul. All will pursue the aspects of this which they lack, seeking to add the limitless weight of of final and unending vicissitude to their own flawed existence, that theirs might be the orbit to collapse into the singularity that is the true self, the absence of self and the ocean of pure mind below the waves of thought, emotion, and illusion.

[Sunburnt]

After much rumination (read: whiskey consumed before noon) I have come to the conclusion that the characters arrayed before me do not exist apart from each other, nor as a part of each other, but spin in an undefinable orbit, the axis of which is the essential soul. All will pursue the aspects of this which they lack, seeking to add the limitless weight of of final and unending vicissitude to their own flawed existence, that theirs might be the orbit to collapse into the singularity that is the true self, the absence of self and the ocean of pure mind below the waves of thought, emotion, and illusion.

Pretty sure "rumination," especially here on the Black Ship Batrachian, involves rum, not whiskey.

[Snarkalicious]

Depends on the latitude. Spices and cane sugar are harder to come by this far from the equator than barley and sour mash, and I, for one, will not go sober for want of narrative friendly produce.

But, I'm wandering off the topic. You cagey bastard.

I predict that Duke seeks not to alleviate or exploit, but to claim, Derby's human fragility for his own, and that the Accountant has similar designs on his doubt.

[Sunburnt]

Depends on the latitude. Spices and cane sugar are harder to come by this far from the equator than barley and sour mash, and I, for one, will not go sober for want of narrative friendly produce.

There's always more rum.
Unless you let Trilli into the rum again. You know how she gets.

[trillicat]

You know, every once in a while, I figure, "I don't need to read EVERY comment in EVERY thread." Ahem. I read this one.

Depends on the latitude. Spices and cane sugar are harder to come by this far from the equator than barley and sour mash, and I, for one, will not go sober for want of narrative friendly produce.

There's always more rum.
Unless you let Trilli into the rum again. You know how she gets.

My weakness is less for rum than for Sprite Zero. It tastes terrible and is addictive, like coffee and alcohol for some. I can ignore a bottle of rum quite merrily. Plus they are hard as hell to bust into a usable weapon unless just used for a blunt instrument. I'm driven to the drink by my Spartan child: "Another rough day. Hit me up with a Sprite Zero, stat!"

Spoiler:

That's right. My "vice" is caffeine free, sugar free, dye free, calorie free, awful tasting carbonated water. Not exactly glamorous.

[The Accountant]

After much rumination (read: whiskey consumed before noon) I have come to the conclusion that the characters arrayed before me do not exist apart from each other, nor as a part of each other, but spin in an undefinable orbit, the axis of which is the essential soul. All will pursue the aspects of this which they lack, seeking to add the limitless weight of of final and unending vicissitude to their own flawed existence, that theirs might be the orbit to collapse into the singularity that is the true self, the absence of self and the ocean of pure mind below the waves of thought, emotion, and illusion.

The probability that the consumption of distilled ethanol has improved your ability to make accurate predictions vis a vis future outcomes and revelations is approximately 0.00000024, and hence is negligible regardless of the grain source from which it was derived. Further, it's clear that your attempt to analogize an incorrect theory of the basic structure of the universe to the present situation is fundamentally flawed when the empirical evidence demonstrating the involved parties' abilities to exist disjointly is taken into account. Finally, the concepts of "true self" and "soul" are undefined abstractions created by humans to alleviate fears of death, meaninglessness and lack of control, and hence can have no objective bearing on the final outcome of the present situation. Things will be as they should be; I guarantee it.

[Snarkalicious]

Taoist empiricism? How retro-avant garde of you, sir(?).

[Snarkalicious]

Down here, beneath the surface of the clear, fair skin that most accept as reality, there is fear. Fugitives make themselves fugitives from those who are refugees from a world of victims. A mobius retreat leads only to the rhythmic realization that the farthest one can run is only a hairsbreadth from where trouble began. The only choices left will be the flame and the blade.

[Torodugoru]

I predict that, with time, we will learn many things, that people will die (as they must) and that, perhaps, motives will be revealed. I predict that the accountant deals with symbols and the Duke with flesh. I predict that this extends, to a degree, in their cognition: they reflect the left and right hemispheres, logic and numbers in the left and stray thoughts, unconnected imaginings in the other. I predict they reflect the super-ego and id, base emotion and higher thought. I predict that I will be made a fool of.

[Snarkalicious]

I predict that Duke will spring forth from Lev's subconscious to garrote Professor Dundernuts to death with a rope woven from shredded book spines.