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We were all designated for a session that was utterly inert. A place where the mechanisms for success never even existed to begin with. In such a place it makes sense that the formal leader would be neutralized, to made feel unempowered and static. And it seems particularly fitting she would be the noble of life in a realm of the dead. A realm that foretold of a life player who felt lifeless, a hope player who felt hopeless, and a heart player who was just a stone cold motherfucker. When we talked about leadership, and I was all on my high horse telling you how shit would go down... I also said I would be the one "pulling the strings." Remember? That I'd be the functional leader of our party. And there might have been something to that, in a different session. But what good is a "man of action" in a place where action itself is intrinsically fruitless? So it's occurred to me that by some tragic flaw in its design, our session was meant to be leaderless. And I'd feel safe concluding that. Except for a feeling that's been gnawing at me.
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