UN: Ulysses | Text

[restingstitchface]

Well, I would hardly claim this is my favoured method of passing time, but there’s no use protesting. Sometimes we need to knuckle down and ensure the work is done. Because as you can see for yourself, sometimes the work is dull.

In any case, I am offering everyone a pleasant extra-curricular activity to pass the time.

Try responding to this post with the first word that comes to mind. Respond to words posted by others with other words that come to mind. I am more than aware such games are not for everybody, but perhaps you should give it a shot.

Ah, I suppose I should get us started:

Police.

As in, somebody call the police because this is Hell.

[People who enjoy social media often press send before thinking about their answers. But how is that his problem?]

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[restingstitchface]

Thanatophobia.

[badfengshui]

[ Sorry, Crane. Henry has to stare at the word, leave his apartment, head down to the library, locate a dictionary and find out what that means. He is the sidequest king. ]

Coffin.

[restingstitchface]

[This is why he's here! Let him teach you.]

Ground.

[badfengshui]

Hand.

[ Although, it was a root that looked like a hand. He still thinks about it. That was pretty scary to see in a forest. ]

[restingstitchface]

Helping.

[He's here to help you.]

[badfengshui]

Notes.

[ Like from ghosts and dead people. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Notes taken in sessions. Notes drafted from memory. But what else?]

Journals.

[badfengshui]

[ Journals, huh? Thoughts, he guesses. Yeah, thoughts. ]

Thoughts.

[restingstitchface]

Feelings.

[Both are connected.]

[badfengshui]

Distant.

[ He's never been very good at expressing himself. ]

[restingstitchface]

Creating.

[Creating distance is what they do.]

[badfengshui]

Maps.

[ He would draw out his own maps. ]

[restingstitchface]

Topography.

[badfengshui]

The study of maps?

[restingstitchface]

Land surfaces. But yes.

Sorry about that word costing you the game, by the way.

[badfengshui]

It's okay.

I have the dictionary in front of me, but I couldn't think of a word anyway.

[restingstitchface]

[Was he cheating? Or simply using his intelligence? The latter is something he can relate to and respect.]

No problem. We can go again if you like.

[badfengshui]

Oh, we can? Sure, I wouldn't mind trying again.

[restingstitchface]

Pick a word, then.

Dealer's choice.

[badfengshui]

Oh. Thank you.

[ Opening up the dictionary -- ]

Notion.

[restingstitchface]

Conception.

ay, some sh4 spoilers

[badfengshui]

[ Mother. Apartment. He lets out a sigh. Is he all right? He thinks so; it's probably fine he thinks those things. Maybe ritual would be better? No. Mother sounds the least strange. He thinks. ]

Mother.

[restingstitchface]

[The archetypal mother. Nurturing. Comforting. Healing. But to use the very word in a game underlines something is there.]

Father.

[badfengshui]

Landlord.

[restingstitchface]

Interesting.

[How does one go from father to landlord?]