Right after entering liminal

[wolvering]

By the Crone's saggy, dessicated paps! Those mangy, fly-struck, thrush-footed, worm-begot sons of dungheaps! To Gifnu's deepest hells with you, Trumps. You--

[The tirade continues with more creative swearing and cursing, even slipping into different languages a time or two, for a solid minute more. But eventually Pod runs out of steam, and there's a moment of silence before she addresses the network with more calm.]

So do these Trumps mock everyone with their overlays or am I just that unlucky?

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[pseudologist]

Is that--

I know it's hard to believe after suffering the judgement of fools your entire life, but whether you are or not, it doesn't matter here. You have your strengths and your weaknesses, just like the rest of us.

[wolvering]

People don’t bother looking past the surface to see them, most times. It’s… different here, but it’s hard to stop worrying, even if I am pretty sure I don’t really need to.