Mandela Effect
Nov. 12th, 2020 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Steins;Gate or Prince of Persia
Chapter Summary: Remember that persona 4/yugioh fic? This one’s a steins;gate/prince of Persia one (i.e. I'm playing with third person omniscient, this time, to examine the similarities between Steins;Gate and Prince of Persia themes).
Word Count: 145
Rating: teen
It’s a special kind of madness, this reckless lack of care for one’s own life. Time is unchanging—events are slated to happen. Time is malleable—those who have died can live again, aware or unknowing of their previous fate. It’s easy to lose sight of humanity in the rush, for every death is but a failed attempt to be started anew. What does it matter that he fall on the spikes? What does it matter that she falls in front of a train? It just takes a dagger, a machine, to erase the event as if it never happened. What does it matter that for a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours, it had been real? Reality itself felt unreal, because it wasn’t solid, felt like shifting sands under the feet, and change is only the answers of a phone call away.
Steins;Gate or Prince of Persia
Chapter Summary: Remember that persona 4/yugioh fic? This one’s a steins;gate/prince of Persia one (i.e. I'm playing with third person omniscient, this time, to examine the similarities between Steins;Gate and Prince of Persia themes).
Word Count: 145
Rating: teen
It’s a special kind of madness, this reckless lack of care for one’s own life. Time is unchanging—events are slated to happen. Time is malleable—those who have died can live again, aware or unknowing of their previous fate. It’s easy to lose sight of humanity in the rush, for every death is but a failed attempt to be started anew. What does it matter that he fall on the spikes? What does it matter that she falls in front of a train? It just takes a dagger, a machine, to erase the event as if it never happened. What does it matter that for a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours, it had been real? Reality itself felt unreal, because it wasn’t solid, felt like shifting sands under the feet, and change is only the answers of a phone call away.
