Gather round my fellow Glitches.
This old timer has a story to tell.
A memory has started to rattle around in my brain again after seeing the Highest Quality #1 "Imported" Glitchmas Yeti the Extremely Rare Items Vendor is selling.
It is a long ago memory.
From before The Great Forgetting ( or the Great Reset depending on how you reckon it).
But it is hard to remember things from before that time, I'm thinking I forgot a lot of things....
*stares off into space*
Anyway it was way back in the year 12, well before we imagined such things as cameras, and quoins gave you something called XP.
I had just popped out of a giant's head... You young-ins these days and your floating island paradise you come from. Back in my day we crawled out of the Ganglion and we liked it that way.
Anyway as I was wiping off the remains of cerebrospinal fluid and staring wide eyed around the world of Ur I heard a voice. I celebrated as the voice commanded and I got a little yeti doll. It was such a curious thing. But all things were new to me then. Cherries, meat from the piggies.... Beans... But as I was collecting these things I began to run out of room.
And the Vendors.. oh the Vendors. They were selling such bright and shiny things. I was tempted to buy these things from them, and the bags they were selling.
But then I did something. Something that will will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I sold that little Yeti doll to the vendor.
Oh and how that floating devil of a Vendor must have laughed as I walked away with my useless trinkets. Knowing... KNOWING what I had just done.
Or maybe I threw it in a Shrine..... So hard to remember these days.... And I think there where two Great Forgettings.. why do I keep forgetting.. how troubling....
Anyway that is my sad tale from that fateful day when I was new and the world didn't work quite as well as it does now.
And as I see all these new faces bounding around this world of ours I wonder, do any of the other Old Timers have a tale to tell of precious items they have lost?
Or we can tell them of when we celebrated the end of the world as we sang Good Night Groddle.