Effervescent

effervescent

animal impulses

While I agree with what Samuel is saying and think it sums up the "Was Rachel a good or bad person" debate pretty well, it's insane (In the good: "I'll think about this for ages" way) for Rachel to be compared to a light.

Because she is a light. She's a fire that gets mistaken for the sun.

She's so bright and warm and brilliant that you assume she's the sun. You assume she's the beauty in dawn and the amber hues in dusk. You assume she's what everything revolves around and what makes the world go around. But that assumption is wrong, because Rachel is a raging fire.

She IS bright and warm and brilliant. She's beautiful and radiant and frightening and so hard to tear your eyes away from. She's the rage in a forest and the warmth in a hearth. She's a torch that lights a lost man's way and the match that burns out. She's the beauty of candle and the ugliness of gasoline and a lighter.

She is Rachel Amer. A light that casts shadow. A flame that is both warm and unforgiving.

In the spirit of Halloween, due to my own experiences as of an hour ago, I have come up with a new horror video game.

Because of the low atmospheric pressure, two things have happened: my blood pressure levels are somewhere in the vicinity of my ass, and there is. Fog. Fucking. Everywhere. The kind of weather only Jack the Ripper could enjoy.

No sane person would go outside. Except the people who still have to walk their dogs.

(This was when the fog was actually still traversable and I theoretically still knew where I was. The moment you hit a less lit area, you're toast)

So the game would be first person POV, and you get lost in your own fucking neighborhood. Your only guide is your scaredy-cat of an idiot dog, and you know you can't let go of the leash for even a second because you're not going to see the damn dog ever again. Which is also bad because the dog is the only creature around who knows how to get home.

So you're feeling sleepy and headachy and yet somehow have the anxiety levels of someone being hunted for sport, your dog who is the only one who knows how to get home keeps jumping at shadows. You wonder if that's because he can hear things you can't in the dark.

Suddenly you see the fucking grim reaper approaching on a fucking skateboard. You nearly piss yourself, only for the geim reaper to pass you by, whirling fog around him, then reveal it's actually a kid on a bike with his friend standing on the seat behind him. You're vaguely happy you didn't actually scream.

But the next monster you see? Might not be kids.

So you better hold that leash tight and hope the dog can get you home before you're both eaten.

Happy Halloween. If you need me, please leave a message and I'll get back to you when I get out of the damn fog.

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