In the land of Twitter where the writers gather upon the digi-shores of the collective imagination is the watercooler. A Vampire approaches...
Vampire: I thought it was understood they are fed up with the middle ages?
Trope Elf replies: Yes but the new gen has aged, as we have not.
Vampire: Ah, the hubris.
Trope Elf: The wrinkles
Vampire: the loss of innocence.
Trope Elf: the immortality of naivety
Vampire: what then when heroes grow old & lower their shields?
Trope Elf: they take up the pen & remember their youth & expect such vigour to be re-awoken.
Vampire: yes, to pass on what was won. What was lost.
Trope Elf: and so find the cost: the simplification of ideals.
Vampire: shine upon the dross.
Trope Elf: furies fire with no spark.
Vampire: are we then the total of sum our parts.
Frankenstein walks up: no, that is me.
Trope Elf: hey
Vampire: hey
Frankenstein: I have young & old body parts.
Trope Elf: kinda gross, but ok.
Vampire: look, that bits black.
Frankenstein: I'm diverse now.
They sigh, drink, ponder their souls.
Frankenstein: at least you guys still trend. Vampire: sex. Trope Elf: its perennial. Vampire: sometimes they do not even want that sweet relief. Trope Elf: vaginas are pagan & so is bum sex. Frankenstein: can they not see their hate of themselves is their hate of me? All I want is love. Vampire: love eternal. Trope Elf: love inherent. We drink
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