Clairwil Oh: Did you save a nice chat log of the event?
SaveMe Oh: No, they all love me. So….dreadful drama. They found a way to finish me; LOVE!
Clairwil Oh: That will truly be the end of SaveMe.
SaveMe Oh: I need desperately new enemies. The old ones, I killed them all.
Clairwil Oh: Oh, I have faith that you will perhaps soon make enemies of your new friends. And then you will be on top again.
SaveMe Oh: Yes but you as a very old friend are not a promotion for that thought.
Clairwil Oh: True. Well…I cannot be friend or enemy, I can only be a sister, and we all know about how that works.
SaveMe Oh: Better tell that to Bryn…sigh
Clairwil Oh: SaveMe, I will go back to the gothic place where I am lurking moodily with an alt. As you know, I play all alone in my lonely way.
SaveMe Oh: Yes, better leave me alone.
Clairwil Oh: But what are your feelings today? Tonight?
SaveMe Oh: Tonight was great
Clairwil Oh: (I dare to ask, but I think I know)
SaveMe Oh: Of course. What else would you expect?
Clairwil Oh: And of course you are depressed and tired about that.
SaveMe Oh: Deeply.
Clairwil Oh: There is nothing more depressing than attention.
SaveMe Oh: I hate attention. I barely can handle it
Clairwil Oh: Exhausting. Bewildering. And threatening
SaveMe Oh: And you know I do everything to disappear in the background
Clairwil Oh: After a lot of work to achieve something, when it is over, it is the worst feeling of despair. You wonder WHY did I do this?
SaveMe Oh: Why it was me in the OH family who had to be named SaveMe?
Clairwil Oh: (let’s that remark sink into oblivion). Fate. Just…Fate, that bitch. Shakes a fist at the Fates! (all three of them)
SaveMe Oh: We should kick daddy
Clairwil Oh: That bearded, fat, perverted Creator should be banned from this universe. To “Jove-ial” for my tastes.
SaveMe Oh: We are doomed and you are the only one happy about that.
Clairwil Oh: Too too true. But we can laugh and say that we do not care.
SaveMe Oh: We will continue to be strong. Somebody has to do the job
Clairwil Oh: Sometimes strength can, ironically, be the weakness. I am learning to bend a little to the demands made. To perhaps survive? But maybe I don’t wish to do this. As I grow older, I may return to being angry. And strong. Survival is not all it is cracked up to be.