Post by Libra/Tachibana on Oct 14, 2020 18:54:45 GMT -4
[Read this in the tone of a screeching loud madwoman with horrible guttural noises sprinkled throughout.]
Whats the deal with fashion. It's like people love them or something. But ya know. If you think hard abooooooout it, having a noticeable outfit is one of the most important tenets of having an identity in this world.
Picture it for a minute. Schools have school uniforms, as a sort of identification for people to understand that the group of kids gossiping about their latest crush or victim are students. Factories, stores, and restaurants all have specific clothing requirements and/or uniforms that employees are mandated to follow; just not having the proper apron color may result in a violation and a minor pay cut...ehehe, it's quite funny to imagine losing a whole chunk of your hard earned paycheck because you forgot to wear a specific set of shirt and pants while talking to a customer behind the counter.
You also have to imagine how your outfit is a grand indicator of your personality, and can either make or break a social interaction. People like judging others on what they wear, it's unavoidable! Celebrities and well known musicians, lawyers and judges, even damn superheroes have to wear the right thing or risk being laughed at. Just last week, some idiot had a ragged dress shirt during a conference and two women near me whispered about how ugly it was. It was quite distracting, more so if you can see the damn thing. If you're going to a proper job or conference, always have a well-prepared suit/dress. Nothing gaudy or left to the last minute. Otherwise you'll be the laughingstock of the whole company. Don't even think having a slight drawback such as legal blindness can save from being the social pariah when you come in wearing the wrong coat mismatching the rest of the outfit. Sure they give you leeway, but still.
[smear:#000000]So outfits are quite important when working, right? We can agree on that, right? Then why are they SO easy to ruin and so expensive to replace? Seriously, at this day and age, you would think they would be manufacturing more durable clothing for everyone for a cheaper price. But noooooooo, if you wanna get like say, a more durable vest and spandex that doesn't immediately burn up you gotta shill out way more money. Not only that, but if you don't have a legal method of obtaining said articles of clothing, then you're gonna have to shill out even more money just to get the proper spandex and vest on weird websites, and hope that you get the products without being tracked. It's really damn annoying. What's even more annoying is the fact that once you get said spandex and vest, the reported quality and materials they're made of can't even last for more than a week! Seriously, so many stretch marks, scorch marks surrounding acid-created holes, and they call this top material! It's damn annoying to sew and/or repair this stupid piece of garbage! How much did I waste on this?! Like...10000? 15000? More, right?! It has to be more!
It's a super damn shame too. I had this general outfit for a while now. Usually I don't really see it, cause of the whole 'being blind when depowered' thing, but once I get a bit antsy and decide to release some stress by indulging in my hobby, I get to see it in full. All different shades of red from my point of view, but it's obvious that the spandex isn't naturally on the red spectrum. It's far more darker and more drab. The vest is far too bright for my poor precious eyes, to the point where if i stare at it for so long it might start to leak. That or its drool coming off my mouth. Whatever. The point is it's really nice to look at, and its totally red. I super love that it's red. I really love that its drenched in red. All that red pigment...aha….sorry, my mind slipped.
Hmm? Why am I wearing this, then? Well, that's the big question of the day, no? That and also 'why did I grab you and decide to insert my nail into your blood veins," but we'll get into that later. See, the old costume was wonderful. A lot of money was spent on it, and it was promised to be able to withstand the most acidic of acids; more than my skin, at least. Seriously, you can tell from the way you can see all these muscles on my hand that my skin isn't really the strongest customer. Oh sure, it'll grow back, but man it's a weak bastard. Anyway, about the costume. You would think that, with me mentioning about the acid, that it finally met its match and burnt up in a crisp, leaving behind a walking laughing and screaming muscular system. Actually yes and no. It did get acid on it, but I also tried to wash it and uh...it got ruined.
Yeah. it's uh….its quite embarrassing to admit that it met it end not by melting away but being fucked over in the washing machine, like most other clothing....
….yeah you're laughing about it too, right? I will say, I also laughed when the initial shock ran off.
...Oh no nevermind youre reacting to your flesh melting away, with the stench of rotting filling your nostrils. Yeah, people tend to do that, hmm…
So that's prob a reason why I was kinda quiet these past few months. I was waiting for an order for this new outfit. It's not a new experience, hell this happened when I started out. Did you know that wearing a red hoodie isn't a good disguise? It may be flashy but its not a good way to hide yourself, especially if you wear it regularly.
Speaking of new outfit, this one is a bit more...drabbier? But these red highlights do make me smile a bit. Enough for me to drool, burning my lips and removing more tissue off my face, at least. Plus the spandex is waaaaaay more redder now! Isn't that neat!? As for the burnt parts….eeeh...Imma be real for a second. I've gotten lazy. I just slap bandages over it. It's more efficient and less bothersome. Plus, if you press bandages over burning searing flesh, it hurts a lot! It's great!
Anyway, it's been nice talking to you. You've been a good listener, so I'll let you go with your left arm staying on. Isn't that nice? Well, got places to be, people to eat, joking about the eating part maybe, and more bodies to horribly scare and ruin for life. You'll prob last for about uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh one more minute maybe. One min sounds right, yeah. Alright? Alright. Bya.[/smear:#ff1f1f:0]
Whats the deal with fashion. It's like people love them or something. But ya know. If you think hard abooooooout it, having a noticeable outfit is one of the most important tenets of having an identity in this world.
Picture it for a minute. Schools have school uniforms, as a sort of identification for people to understand that the group of kids gossiping about their latest crush or victim are students. Factories, stores, and restaurants all have specific clothing requirements and/or uniforms that employees are mandated to follow; just not having the proper apron color may result in a violation and a minor pay cut...ehehe, it's quite funny to imagine losing a whole chunk of your hard earned paycheck because you forgot to wear a specific set of shirt and pants while talking to a customer behind the counter.
You also have to imagine how your outfit is a grand indicator of your personality, and can either make or break a social interaction. People like judging others on what they wear, it's unavoidable! Celebrities and well known musicians, lawyers and judges, even damn superheroes have to wear the right thing or risk being laughed at. Just last week, some idiot had a ragged dress shirt during a conference and two women near me whispered about how ugly it was. It was quite distracting, more so if you can see the damn thing. If you're going to a proper job or conference, always have a well-prepared suit/dress. Nothing gaudy or left to the last minute. Otherwise you'll be the laughingstock of the whole company. Don't even think having a slight drawback such as legal blindness can save from being the social pariah when you come in wearing the wrong coat mismatching the rest of the outfit. Sure they give you leeway, but still.
[smear:#000000]So outfits are quite important when working, right? We can agree on that, right? Then why are they SO easy to ruin and so expensive to replace? Seriously, at this day and age, you would think they would be manufacturing more durable clothing for everyone for a cheaper price. But noooooooo, if you wanna get like say, a more durable vest and spandex that doesn't immediately burn up you gotta shill out way more money. Not only that, but if you don't have a legal method of obtaining said articles of clothing, then you're gonna have to shill out even more money just to get the proper spandex and vest on weird websites, and hope that you get the products without being tracked. It's really damn annoying. What's even more annoying is the fact that once you get said spandex and vest, the reported quality and materials they're made of can't even last for more than a week! Seriously, so many stretch marks, scorch marks surrounding acid-created holes, and they call this top material! It's damn annoying to sew and/or repair this stupid piece of garbage! How much did I waste on this?! Like...10000? 15000? More, right?! It has to be more!
It's a super damn shame too. I had this general outfit for a while now. Usually I don't really see it, cause of the whole 'being blind when depowered' thing, but once I get a bit antsy and decide to release some stress by indulging in my hobby, I get to see it in full. All different shades of red from my point of view, but it's obvious that the spandex isn't naturally on the red spectrum. It's far more darker and more drab. The vest is far too bright for my poor precious eyes, to the point where if i stare at it for so long it might start to leak. That or its drool coming off my mouth. Whatever. The point is it's really nice to look at, and its totally red. I super love that it's red. I really love that its drenched in red. All that red pigment...aha….sorry, my mind slipped.
Hmm? Why am I wearing this, then? Well, that's the big question of the day, no? That and also 'why did I grab you and decide to insert my nail into your blood veins," but we'll get into that later. See, the old costume was wonderful. A lot of money was spent on it, and it was promised to be able to withstand the most acidic of acids; more than my skin, at least. Seriously, you can tell from the way you can see all these muscles on my hand that my skin isn't really the strongest customer. Oh sure, it'll grow back, but man it's a weak bastard. Anyway, about the costume. You would think that, with me mentioning about the acid, that it finally met its match and burnt up in a crisp, leaving behind a walking laughing and screaming muscular system. Actually yes and no. It did get acid on it, but I also tried to wash it and uh...it got ruined.
Yeah. it's uh….its quite embarrassing to admit that it met it end not by melting away but being fucked over in the washing machine, like most other clothing....
….yeah you're laughing about it too, right? I will say, I also laughed when the initial shock ran off.
...Oh no nevermind youre reacting to your flesh melting away, with the stench of rotting filling your nostrils. Yeah, people tend to do that, hmm…
So that's prob a reason why I was kinda quiet these past few months. I was waiting for an order for this new outfit. It's not a new experience, hell this happened when I started out. Did you know that wearing a red hoodie isn't a good disguise? It may be flashy but its not a good way to hide yourself, especially if you wear it regularly.
Speaking of new outfit, this one is a bit more...drabbier? But these red highlights do make me smile a bit. Enough for me to drool, burning my lips and removing more tissue off my face, at least. Plus the spandex is waaaaaay more redder now! Isn't that neat!? As for the burnt parts….eeeh...Imma be real for a second. I've gotten lazy. I just slap bandages over it. It's more efficient and less bothersome. Plus, if you press bandages over burning searing flesh, it hurts a lot! It's great!
Anyway, it's been nice talking to you. You've been a good listener, so I'll let you go with your left arm staying on. Isn't that nice? Well, got places to be, people to eat, joking about the eating part maybe, and more bodies to horribly scare and ruin for life. You'll prob last for about uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh one more minute maybe. One min sounds right, yeah. Alright? Alright. Bya.[/smear:#ff1f1f:0]
