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Last night’s nightmare: being trapped at a twisted stage show where audience members were killed or warped into mindless assistants. I volunteered to go onstage with someone else in an unsuccessful attempt to keep them alive, and the performer was both fascinated and infuriated that I was stupid enough to think I could defeat him. When I told him I didn’t truly understand what he was or what he was doing, he made me understand, and I could feel my mind tearing apart at the seams.

Night before last’s nightmare: I was reading a horror comic, and I realized the art looked different depending on the angle I tilted it. Different angles would show crawling insects that weren’t there before, and an old man could be tilted to become a rotting insect-infested corpse. When I felt an insect crawl up my arm, I realized it was too late.

My brain hates me, and I have no idea why.

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One genuinely good idea in Evenicle: there’s this guy who wants to be a hero because he thinks it will get him women and power, but isn’t brave enough or smart enough to accomplish much. At first, everything about him seems like he’s going to be an unfortunate comic relief character who supports/mirrors the MC and ultimately helps to save the day. (If you read Spy x Family, the guy who sells spy gadgets and keeps failing to get a date is a good example of this archetype.)

Anyway, the guy in Evenicle keeps getting a little more sinister, and a little more sinister, and a little more sinister beyond that. He really doesn’t give a shit about all these women he flirts with beyond thinking they’re attractive -> He seems to think the only important part of being a hero is being seen as a hero -> Holy shit, he just abandoned a woman to a lynch mob to save his own skin.

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