Eridan Ampora!.ZzGrellBs No.41559371
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<Be Eridan Ampora.
>You are Eridan Ampora, and as was the last few times the narrative changed to being you, the same constant remains. You are imprisoned in Equestrian jail with nothing to your name. You have no left arm and you are patently miserable every waking moment of your life. Your cell lacks any kind of comfort and would be some would consider inhumane to hold any prisoner for a short term, let alone the time you've been in it. The guards hate you platonically for the crimes you committed, which includes enslaving Equestrians and escaping from jail before. While you had orchestrated your first escape, your subsequent escape attempts were not made by you, but you have still been punished summarily for it, which includes nullifying the plea deal which you put your Hopes into sending you to the mythic new planet of the trolls that existed in this solar system.
>After your attempt to hang yourself some things have been different. The ceiling has recessed lighting to prevent anything from being suspended from it. The lights themselves are always on, supposedly to keep an eye on you, but it interferes with your ability to sleep.
>Sleep is the only way you can escape your confinement and gently shore up your own mental state. It serves as an escape from your patently miserable life and you attempt to do so on a regular basis. You escape to a realm known as the Dreambubbles, a sanctuary that you find fairly lonely but otherwise bearable existence compared to the nature of your life outside of them. You wish you could stay in the bubbles permanently but since they took any way for you to make that a reality, you opt to instead try sleeping as long as possible no matter the light or noise that could be made. Sometimes the guards will rouse you to check if you've perished or simply to wake you if you happen to look too happy while being asleep.
>The nature of your living status means you cannot maintain contact with the few ghosts who tolerate your presence in the bubbles. There are however plenty of ghosts who don't know you which makes greeting them lack the stigma of your past actions in SGRUB. You have met living people very rarely who are also dreaming, which includes your pale crush Barris Ki'Teer, her friend the alpha dog girl, a white haired player from the 'second' session of Rigel Prima.
>You've been promised freedom and succor from your imprisonment but again your Hope is languishing on that being reality. Despair envelops you as a blanket sometimes and if it hadn't been for the Dreambubbles you probably would put more a concerted effort of making your stay in the bubbles permanent. You're still on the fence, honestly, but the ire of your other ghosts in the bubbles stays your hand. You are after all a long-lived troll, you can potentially outlive this misery and find freedom again. You are also the only known 'Living' version of yourself, an opportunity of greatness that other versions of you covet jealously.
>In your nature as a Prince of Hope you kind of messed up that 'opportunity' part but there's still a chance, and a faded memory of promises of grand plans of liberation. It's a nice dream, even if you suspect it will never happen.
>You settle in your usual spot, a cleanish corner of the cell with your body tilted for the back of your head to block the light and shadow everything enough to let you sleep. It's easier, at least, to fall asleep lately. Your constitution is shot. It's easier to sleep than stay awake, and being awake physically drains whatever batteries charge for you while you're asleep.
>It suits you well and you decide to cash in on it by falling the fuck asleep for another escape to the dreambubbles. As always you hope for an experience with a Barris ghost, and you wouldn't turn down an experience to find one of the Rigel Priman ghosts and strike up some kind of conversation. If you can't have any of that you figure you'll wander the bubble's landscape and enjoy stretching your spectral legs.