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Post by carnivale on Sept 30, 2012 10:09:25 GMT -8
 carnivaleeighteen | female | player | anything | tomoe kurosawaThe Character
The game was hitting their small community with the force of a sledgehammer.
She could see it, in her schoolmates' eyes and hear their excitement in the way they spoke to each other, comparing notes about their experiences in the wonderous online world of That One Game - as Tomoe had decided to call the entire thing, for she could not truly be bothered to call it what it really was in addition to doing it out of spite; she wasn't big on gaming, but preferred kendo and books over something that was so...dependent on a reality that was not real. Whatever she wanted to call it, though, there was little she could do to stop hearing about the whispers of Digimon this and Digimon that and boasting sessions from anybody from age eight to twenty-some or even thirty-some in her little town.
The game had become an obsession in her community, a place that had only recently been introduced to such high-tech things as this. An entertainment. A mean to find relief in some sort of outer world, where the real world's problems held no importance. Some drowned themselves there - oh, Mother, why did you ever have to find out about this game? - and some lost themselves so completely that their day-to-day conversations held nothing but Digimon. That false world was eating away at them (at one in particular; Tomoe could see that most of her saner friends were fine, but not her mother) and making them think that nothing here mattered.
The word 'pessimist' had been stamped on her reputation since primary school. That hadn't changed. It probably never would, as Tomoe had nothing but sharp words and a list of the worst predictions that could come to be when someone asked her opinion. Her straightforward and unafraid attitude towards everyone of any station probably did not help. They told her she thought too much, that she should just let loose and enjoy life.
Indeed, she often responded scathingly. And lose my mind to some online entertainment, like the lot of you? Like my mother?
But curiosity gnawed at her, still. When your sole remaining parent spent no less than eighteen hours a day playing that game, you sort of have to pay attention. And it was hard not to think of what exactly was going on in there that absorbed people so much. Surely there must be something that cartered to everyone's psyche? Surely there must be something that made it worth coming back?
Tomoe had heard of these "Digimons" sometimes being so lifelike and developing such acute personalities of their own that they were effectively individuals, and the thought unnerved her that machines could imitate man. Or not even that - just bundles of data. Still, the persistent little part of her mind that reared its head and bit at her every time she came home and found her mother absent (ten times out of ten, she was at a shop enjoying this new game) refused to back down.
And she gave in. Reluctantly, but she gave in. One bright autumn day, Tomoe skipped out cleaning the house as she often did every Saturday and made her way to the nearest shop where the service was available. More than a few times she wanted to turn back, with the fear of what if I become like my mother? but her feet won't let her. Determination and nerve defined her more than pessimism did; it always had.
The pod was suffocating. She disliked it intensely, but she sat still and stiffly and waited to see the first of this game. After all, so many had become enamored to it. Might as well see what it was, right?
Just one look...
The RPername carni
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