(no subject)

[noctiluca]

It started out super mundane, like, I was still in college and trying to find a sunny spot in the grass outside my friend's apartment building to do my homework and waving at Comic Store Jake and eventually going inside to talk about mundane college stuff with Nat

and then I was part of this weird sort of fantasy video game heist, trying to rob an underground hoard of treasure, when I was shot in the back by my heist-mate. I played dead on the ground, thinking about how if the bullet had struck my spine, I could be paralyzed

but as it turned out, the bullet had punctured one of my lungs, so I had to replace it with a false lung, which meant SHOVING IT DOWN MY GULLET WHILE IT WAS INFLATING and simultaneously securing a long tube into it that would forever be in my throat and as I stood there thinking about this would be my life from now on, I thought, I wish I hadn't done that. I wish this had never happened, and then I was all

H'OH SHIT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN BECAUSE I'VE BEEN DREAMING

and then I woke up.

Comments

[squeemu]

That last bit about shoving an still-inflating false lung down your throat and into your chest gives me pseudo-God's War vibes, but maybe that's just because I binge read that Kameron Hurley AMA last night.

[noctiluca]

Yet more compelling evidence that I neeeed to read this trilogy (which I already figured, from friends' insistence + being BLOWN AWAY by Mirror Empire, BUT. YES. It's just been given another bump up my to-read list).