The Sanctum

Welcome, traveller. This be the realm of Jay Niner, where everything be possible, and nothing ever happens. If, perchance, thou wisheth to tarry, then find thou a page from the Grimoire and read. For we are here in eternity, and we are in medias res.

17.9.10

The Choice

It's a poor thing that we have to face such debauchery in the midst of such.. no, I'll just say it out loud: it's a real shame that we're getting mindfucked for no real reason. A travesty of justice, truly, considering the fact that we paid for it.
Well, ladies and gents, we did dig our grave, and so, as they say, shut up and lie in it.
But hell, no- we're media and communishit students- shutting up is not in our resume. There's a method to our madness. And as assorted as the denizens are, they show signs of never developing any limit to their capacity to inflict said damage upon their fellow man.
And so, the final result is:




Yessir. And in the end, all that we can do is grin and bear it.
Or do we? Do we have the power to relieve ourselves of this mundane charade? Do we, like Neo, have two options?
Mr. Anderson... tumhari maa ki chut.

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