Disclaimer: I make this snippet NOT to put someone in their place, etc. The sole purpose for these snippets is to vent out anything I’m feeing at the moment. However, despite what I say, I still try to make them related to their own respective Amino communities.
What’s NOT a disclaimer is this: before anyone starts to use any fanart, check if artists want their works shown. There are some artists out there that add in their bios, “Please ask permission first before using” or “Do not use/repost.” I use this reverse search image site for these sorts of things. (Btw, Pinterest, Reddit, ZeroChan, and other similar sites don’t count.)
Why do I do this despite that a PSA exists? You’ll see.
Without further ado, please (try to) enjoy this long snippet.
Some time near five in the afternoon, and Maaron is loudly writing away on her junk journal like a madwoman. In some sense, that is the case, especially with what she had to go through the moment she woke up a few hours ago.
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Some time around two in the afternoon...
Laying on her bed, she groggily reads the latest featured post: a one-shot fanfiction of a popular couple.
Grammatical errors aside, this is ably decent, I suppose.
Then, shortly after she finishes reading the post, she decides to look up the source for the cover image used out of boredom. Blame it on my force of habits from the PT Guild, she thought to herself, envisioning the chaos to come.
And the chaos did arrive starting with this “subtle” comment:
I hate to burst your bubble, but regarding the image you used, you’re gonna have to ask permission to use it first. It says it on their bio.
She then adds the link to the original artist’s bio before she sends the comment to the post. Because why not, she said to herself.
Everything just went downhill from here on out, and at the end of the day, she just made her first enemy and their whole argument had been wiped out. Thankfully, she managed to salvage part of the conversation. Might as well make something out of this and pull a rabbit out of its hat, she thought to herself as she starts to prepare her materials.
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Now that I think about it, I’m more like a certain president than a rabbit at the moment. I mean, said President went through something similar, and at least he did something about it. Now, what was it that he said at the time of the incident?
She stops writing for a moment to search for something on her phone, specifically that scene from that one episode. “Ah, here it is,” she said.
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”He’s still new, yet he already gets a high-profile author.”
“We work our asses off, but still only get the low-ranking authors.”
”Can I just make one correction?” the aspiring president chimed in, smiling at them, “The best-seller slot wasn’t taken by a high-profile author, but by one of the lowest-ranked ones. If you’ve the time to trash others, why don’t you use your ‘experience’ to go create a best seller?”
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Looks like I’ve made some more enemies.
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As she writes down the subtitles from the scene, she thinks to herself while mindlessly listening to a war council meeting with her comrades.
Ok, I would NOT be as harsh as he was at the time. Rather, I prefer HELPING than roasting. I mean, all I did was provide the sources so that she could fix her own mistakes. This was supposed to be a learning experience for her—
”I know how to do my job properly. I don’t need low-level scum like you demanding me to bend to your whims.”
Maaron smiles angrily at the fanfiction author’s comment. Meanwhile, the rest of her comrades avoid looking at her. They know that she’s agitated at the moment and try to continue on with their discussions.
Calm down, Maaron. No need to be fanning the flames of chaos that has just started to die down.
Then again...
You ought to be thankful that I’m helping you like this! Hell, you ought to be thankful I haven’t summoned a mod at all! If you wish to summon a mod or several just to prove your point, then be. My. Guest! I did what I could to help you. Now help yourself. And furthermore, “Know your damn place!” doesn’t exactly apply to this argument. Hell, if you wish to play like that, then I’ll say this: “It’s BECAUSE you’re a much higher rank than me that I SHOULDN’T have to tell you this!”
Oh geez, Maaron thought to herself after taking a few deep breaths for several seconds shortly after she wrote down a part of what was left unsaid, I’m starting to act like Bill from TLoU. Let’s just let bygones be bygones. I mean, as Eikichi from Persona 2 often said, “You ain’t worth my time!” Besides, there are mods who deal with those things; let them do their jobs. After all, it’s not like I truly desire—or deserve—to be a mod.
But I need to write down everything I didn’t say, or I’ll end up destroying myself. COVID-19 be damned, the pent-up frustration of stress will kill me. And I refuse to die in these trying times. Now then, what else do I need to add?
Maaron checks her work in progress so far. But not before she has to travel somewhere to collect her spoils from earlier.
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“225 Lore Lines total. 25 more to go before I collect the last reward,” she mumbles to herself before she gives out orders to two groups of cognitive Heroes, “You four. Explore to your destined locations for another four hours. We’re almost finished, ladies!”
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Alrighty, back to proofreading, Maaron thought as she adjusts herself comfortably in her seat. Once she finished proofreading, she ponders, “I should probably end the snippet here, but how do I do that?” As she was about to ponder some more, she is interrupted by someone shouting across the table.
“Maaron! Meeting’s over!”
Well, that was easy, she thought. Might as well end it like that. If I had more to say, I’ll write it in the next snippet.
As she packs her things, the Commander walks towards her, “Is there a reason why you weren’t active in today’s discussion?”
“Ah, my apologies, Commander,” she says sheepishly, “If I were to speak during the discussion, I would’ve simply lashed at everyone. Not my fault some lass rudely woke me up, most especially if I haven’t been getting enough sleep. Oh, but don’t worry, she’s already been taken care of.” She flicks her hand repeatedly as a sign of reassurance while smiling. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I shall prepare for today’s exploration.” She then hurriedly walks to her room, leaving the Commander behind.
Meanwhile, the Commander sighs while shaking her head, “At this rate, she’s going to end up dead. Can’t she tell that she’s digging her own grave?” After a few beats of silence, she leaves and locks the meeting room.
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