One-Hundred-Seventh Matrix {Video || Backdated to early evening}

[whatthefactor]

[Say hello to Minamimoto. He's sweaty, grimy, and generally in great need of a shower, buuuut he has an alarmingly satisfactory grin spread across his face. He turns the communicator around to reveal one of his works of art, most would see it as a huge heap of garbage, but to him, it's the epitome of true beauty. It's bigger than anything he's

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[dontcallmegol]

Hm, kind of reminds me of my childhood. {Yes. He's serious :|}

You probably would have liked where I grew up, if you call that beautiful.

[whatthefactor]

Oh yeah?

[dontcallmegol]

Yeah.

Spent most of my childhood days in a huge pile of trash, accumulated outside the walls of a rich city. It's where all the refuse of the world lived. Thieves, murderers, you name it. But mostly it was where the poor and unfortunate made their home, kicked out of the city for not being wealthy enough. It was just a valley of junk, with mountains and hills of garbage.

They burned it down though. Damn near killed everyone without a second thought.

[whatthefactor]

Sounds zetta symbolic.

[basically the epitome of "the world is garbage."]