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The Streets of Fandom, Late Saturday Night
Aug. 8th, 2010 02:08 pmThe problem with living life within your own personal version of reality was that sometimes it took a while to realise that the reality everyone else lived in had suddenly gone horribly wrong.
Like when you found a note on a cabin door saying to go up to the big, probably haunted, manor. Or you encountered a giant, skinless dog that did not look interested in playing fetch (with something other than your femur) while following the advice on said note.
Of course there were also benefits to living within your own personal version of reality when it contained over a quarter-tonne of apex predator who had very little interest in seeing you devoured.
Anyone who happened to be watching might have been surprised to see what looked like Calvin throwing a soft toy at a ravening monster's head, but not as surprised as the feral was to find Hobbes's jaws snapping shut around its throat. They would however, have had somewhat more time to process that surprise than the now ex-feral.
[Establishy!]
Like when you found a note on a cabin door saying to go up to the big, probably haunted, manor. Or you encountered a giant, skinless dog that did not look interested in playing fetch (with something other than your femur) while following the advice on said note.
Of course there were also benefits to living within your own personal version of reality when it contained over a quarter-tonne of apex predator who had very little interest in seeing you devoured.
Anyone who happened to be watching might have been surprised to see what looked like Calvin throwing a soft toy at a ravening monster's head, but not as surprised as the feral was to find Hobbes's jaws snapping shut around its throat. They would however, have had somewhat more time to process that surprise than the now ex-feral.
[Establishy!]
