Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Them 15: EAT

So. I haven't really addressed this one. Don't know why. Guess I should. So here's EAT.

Yeah, it's a crappy picture made in paint. Get over it.

EAT is...what the fuck is EAT? I can't seem to really get a straight answer out of any of my contacts. They can't even agree on what the fuck EAT stands for. They all say that it's an acronym, but an acronym of what?  One said it's the "Epping AquaTarkus" (whatever the fuck that means), another says that it's "Evolution's Angry Twin" (oh, that sounds scary) and yet another says that it's the "Eternal Answer Tree" (at least that sounds imposing).

Meanwhile, I have a bunch of people who say that the real threat isn't EAT, but what EAT creates: the Camper.

Not people who go camping, no. The Camper are a group of hive-minded (I think) people who seek to spread the infection that is EAT. Drink a drop of EAT and you become obsessed. With that? I have no fucking clue. Whatever you want. Playing video games. Sleeping. Whatever.

And then, apparently, the obsession drives you to go to a nearby pond or fountain or place where EAT is. Where it's Ink is. (Why is it called ink? No clue. Again: I have no clue about anything.) And then it...does something to you and you become a Camper.

I've got people who say Camper are harmless. They just repeat what you say. And then there are others who say that this is just an "early stage" Camper (again: whatever that means) and that "stage ten" Camper are much, much worse. Not that anyone will tell me how. When I asked, they muttered something about "five arms" or something.

I guess the reason I have been putting off writing about EAT is because I really know nothing about it. Everything here? Could be totally and completely wrong. I've never encountered EAT (or if I have, I don't know it). All this information is second and third-hand. A friend of a friend of a friend.

So I guess what I'm saying it: draw your own conclusions.

And Wonder Why

I visited Finder's grave today. Fenella's grave. I don't know. I guess I just felt like it.

I haven't posted here lately. I haven't felt like it. I don't really know if any information I put out there actually helps anybody.

And lately, I've been feeling my age. I'm older than I thought. I'm older than I ever thought I would be.

I thought I would be dead by now.

I read a book a while ago. It was a fantasy novel by Glen Cook - I like his books. No epic fantasies, just regular people trying to survive. The book was called Soldiers Live and there was a quote that I liked. That I think means something:

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

Finder died and I wanted to die in her stead. I would never be glad that she was dead, but now I am glad that I am not. I glad I am alive and I wish to remain so.

I am alive.

And I wonder why.