METATRON: when i say that this game is mine, i don't mean it literally.
METATRON: it's the truth, but only in the sense of me being a facilitator.
METATRON: the game is yours, really, and always has been.
ARCJEC: XDXD Don't you try to pin this on me. XDXD
METATRON: it's all semantics, arcjec.
METATRON: you're not looking at the big picture.
METATRON: and that's what i'm here for!
METATRON: i'm also here for direct communication, storage and assistance.
METATRON: we're meant to work together towards two ultimate goals, one personal and one general to your session, but both equally important in scope.
ARCJEC: XDXD Do you know the skeleton guy? XDXD
ARCJEC: XDXD The guy who lives in a crunchy void made out of weird noise. XDXD
METATRON: white noise.
ARCJEC: XDXD Every new bit of information I get seems like another piece torn out of his pompous calling card. XDXD
ARCJEC: XDXD His boney essence permeates this entire mess, so you HAVE to be connected to whatever plot he's concocting. XDXD
METATRON: have you considered chalking these experiences up to coincidence?
ARCJEC: XDXD I've chalked them up to a fat stack of visions and unsettling prophecy scribbled all over the big picture you're giving me. XDXD
METATRON: such a colorful vocabulary for being sent to such a drab place. it fascinates me to no end.
METATRON: but i'm sorry to tell you that i'm just doing my job.
METATRON: which is telling you how to do yours.
METATRON: you are right, though, in that there are visions aplenty in this place.
METATRON: why, the concept is baked into my existence!
ARCJEC: XDXD I thought you "didn't take any pride in" crypticism? XDXD
METATRON: well, when you put it like that... i guess i'll just have to tell you.