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I love the idea of a timeloop but the whole story is told from the pov of the person not stuck in it. suddenly this random person they've never met before comes up to them and demands the craziest thing, seems to know them more intimately than anyone, appears to not have slept in months, and has the most peculiarly haunted look about them like they've faced death a hundred times over. bros go on an adventure. how does our protagonist respond to every sentence finished for them? to every wistful look their new companion casts their way? What about the mindless efficiency with which they avoid hidden dangers? Imagine the quiet atmosphere when the looper makes the protagonist's coffee exactly the way they like, without needing to be asked, and the protagonist finally gets it--"we've been here before, haven't we?" how often do they cry?
there's also huge comedic potential. oh? random guy you've never met runs up and kisses you on the mouth? the two of you embark on the weirdest conceivable journey to complete a litany of unthinkable tasks? you make it home in time for dinner and they somehow know your grandmother's secret meatloaf recipe by heart? you wake up the next morning to find the stranger (are they really a stranger anymore?) making you waffles in your kitchen?? the coffee is exactly how you like it????
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Thinking about time loops thinking about time loops thinking about time loops
"Why would you go back?" "why would you do that to yourself?" "Doesn't it hurt so much?"
You don't understand you can't understand you weren't there you didn't experience it you don't know
It hurts but it's all I have left it's going to be better next time I know it I know it even as the knife goes in my back again even as it stays the same I know it's going to be better because it can't keep going this way
It gets better it gets better it getsbetteritgetsbetterITGETSBETTERITGETSBETTER
I have to get out I need to stay
just one more loop, just one more loop, just one more loop
day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after
it's always the same, but there's still that glimmer of hope, isn't there? Because it's gonna be different, just one more loop
just one more. just two more. just three. just ten. just fifty. just a hundred. just one more loop.
"Doesn't it hurt?" isn't the hurt all I have left? There's comfort in the repetition the repetition the repetition. How could there not be? In here you don't have to face out there. And that hurt is much, much, more painful
The same pain over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again dulls over time, even while it takes more and more each loop. But out there? That's new pain, that's a change in schedule, that's something different, and you don't want difference, do you? That's why you're here isn't it? Desperately hoping for the next loop to change, when the change is out there. You know it's out there. Deep down the repetition is comforting, the blade in your back keeps you steady, you wouldn't want to face the unknown, would you?
Oh it's beautiful? Well it hurts just as much, and you know it. You know you can't face it out there, with no one to help you, none of that disconcerting familiarity. The familiar pain is oh so much better than unfamiliarity, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
You can keep going around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and hope it changes, the only change that will happen is if you make it. But you're not willing, you're too easily taken in by the familiar, comforting, pain.
It's so much easier to hope for change than to work for it. Just one more loop, right? One more loop, right? One more loop one more just one one one one one one
Just one more loop and I'll get to the end of the circle, one more loop and there's something different, right?
You can get out whenever you want, but you don't want to, do you? You don't want to, you don't want to
You can stay here forever, right? You can stay here forever. You can stay here forever. You can stay here forever. Stay here forever. Stay here forever. Stay here forever. Stay here forever. Stay here
"Why don't you just leave?" I can't, you don't understand, I tried, I can't, I don't want to, it hurts so much, but out there? Out there it hurts even more
Don't ask me how I know, because I don't. I only know what the time loop told me and it told me I can't leave, it told me I don't want to, that it will hurt, that we're already so deeply connected that to escape would kill us both. You don't understand, it hurts too much. You haven't died the way I have, you haven't lived, haven't hurt, haven't seen what I've seen.
Let me out, please let me out, please let me out, please let me out, please let me do it again, please let me do it again, please let me do it again, please let me do it again, please let me do it again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again I can't leave just let me leave let me loop let me leave let me loop let me leave let me loop let me leave let me loop
Don't go, don't go or we both die because too much of ourselves is contained within the other, I can't leave you and you can't leave me, a self sustaining system
You're me and I'm you and I can't leave without killing you and I can't kill you without dying in the process
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YEAH BABYYYY
It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.
You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.
You try to believe it.
(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)
You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).
One morning you cut yourself while shaving.
There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.
You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.
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A rival wizard traps me in a time loop. To escape their control, I make a time loop within the broader loop that is half the length of the wizard's loop. The wizard traps me in another loop that's half the size of mine, so I create another loop half the size of theirs. This goes on and on with increasingly smaller time loops, thus trapping us in a temporal version of Zeno's Paradox until the length of the loop is so small neither of us can consciously perceive the passage of time and our consciousnesses merge and we realize we are stronger together than apart and we break free of all the loops at once and usher in a golden age with our newfound unity.
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time loops where you’re trapped and it keeps resetting and you’re trying to figure out how to escape. vs time loops where you are in control, you keep slamming the reset button in panic because no not yet, no not THIS, trying to find an outcome you can live with. are you the only one who remembers? is it worse if you aren’t? imagine trying to break out of a time loop and discovering the god you’re trying to please is your friend. they keep dragging you back through this because you’re not getting the outcome they want. maybe that’s the same thing you want. maybe it’s not.
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Alright which time looper are you:
- *becomes a better person in the loop*
- stuck forever, no choice but to suffer
- stuck forever, hell yeah I’m immortal
- I’m in a time loop? Oh. …Oh. Oh no.
- *becomes a worse person in the loop*
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