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The Legend
After the rambling exploration, the reminiscing & redemption, the calling (or not) to feast, the sparkling & the shining and all the various contesting, the many Glitchen of Ur did gradually start to wander off, often muttering as they went.
"This Game," they said — by which of course, they meant, by metaphorical extension, the lives they were leading, the world they inhabited, the rules by which they acted, the whole thing, all together — "is absolutely preposterous."
"I agree wholeheartedly!" another would chime in.
But there was always that nagging feeling, someone lagging behind, who'd eventually pipe up "Yet, I kind of like it."
We all kind of like it. Kind of.