Information
Package
Legacy Name: Package
The Common Xotl
Owner: Muerte
Age: 7 years, 8 months, 4 weeks
Born: June 30th, 2016
Adopted: 7 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: July 3rd, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Adopted from the lovely Nicholas, may he rest in peace. ♥️
I'VE GOT A HUGE PACKAGE
They say there isn't a cure for love, but can't love simply be boiled down to a change in the chemical balance of one's brain? Lower the oxytocin reuptake and increase the serotonin levels and all that other jazz and you get a fully functional human being making decisions without the attachment to another person. That makes sense right? It has to make sense because I don't think I could continue living a life where I know that my own inner-workings are at the mercy of someone else.
It's all about packages to people. We revolve and thrive on the idea that a single individual can be placed inside a box and their life story can be told from the contents of that box. We're all just struggling to deliver our packages to other people and hope that when they open it up they are excited for what they find. I am not a good package, though. I have holes patched up with duct tape and flaps have been folded and crunched so that they aren't stiff anymore. I don't have a "huge package" and I'm certainly not the total package.
That's why when he came along, smooth and yet rigid, everyone fawned over him. As he opened his sturdy sides to reveal what his package contained, people gasped in amazement as if they'd never witnessed another human being before. It was filled with beautiful trinkets and oddities that he had collected from his life and as he told his stories of his adventures and experiences he made sure everyone was able to truly feel the contents of his package. Everything about him was perfect, from the way he walked to the way his hair always moved in the wind, but never looked unkempt. The only imperfect thing about him was the way he looked at me. As if gazing into the sun until you're blind, he always stared at me until he couldn't take it anymore. The only perfect thing about me was that I finally looked back.
He loved me. He didn't love me because of my torn edges or despite the unsticky duct tape curling away from the side of my package, he loved me because I made him happy. Everything was happy between us and while people I knew begged me to hold on to him tighter than I held onto my own life, others waited. They waited until my own box gave way to the inevitable and I lost everything so that they could offer them their own packages and hope that they'd be the ones who gave him what he was truly missing, the pieces that I was never able to give. He loved me because I made him happy, so much that we never spent time with my own package, all of it was spend giving his package all the attention he wanted.
I hope there is a cure for love because I don't ever want to be in it. To be so vulnerable that someone can take all the shiny trinkets that made your package so heavy and full and make it empty and dull is a possibility that I wish upon no one. Maybe if I had taken better care of my own package I would be able to be so foolish, but I didn't. So while others continue to offer pieces of themselves to fix what they think is broken, I continue to take.
- Written by Nicholas
I'VE GOT A HUGE PACKAGE
It's all about packages to people. We revolve and thrive on the idea that a single individual can be placed inside a box and their life story can be told from the contents of that box. We're all just struggling to deliver our packages to other people and hope that when they open it up they are excited for what they find. I am not a good package, though. I have holes patched up with duct tape and flaps have been folded and crunched so that they aren't stiff anymore. I don't have a "huge package" and I'm certainly not the total package.
That's why when he came along, smooth and yet rigid, everyone fawned over him. As he opened his sturdy sides to reveal what his package contained, people gasped in amazement as if they'd never witnessed another human being before. It was filled with beautiful trinkets and oddities that he had collected from his life and as he told his stories of his adventures and experiences he made sure everyone was able to truly feel the contents of his package. Everything about him was perfect, from the way he walked to the way his hair always moved in the wind, but never looked unkempt. The only imperfect thing about him was the way he looked at me. As if gazing into the sun until you're blind, he always stared at me until he couldn't take it anymore. The only perfect thing about me was that I finally looked back.
He loved me. He didn't love me because of my torn edges or despite the unsticky duct tape curling away from the side of my package, he loved me because I made him happy. Everything was happy between us and while people I knew begged me to hold on to him tighter than I held onto my own life, others waited. They waited until my own box gave way to the inevitable and I lost everything so that they could offer them their own packages and hope that they'd be the ones who gave him what he was truly missing, the pieces that I was never able to give. He loved me because I made him happy, so much that we never spent time with my own package, all of it was spend giving his package all the attention he wanted.
I hope there is a cure for love because I don't ever want to be in it. To be so vulnerable that someone can take all the shiny trinkets that made your package so heavy and full and make it empty and dull is a possibility that I wish upon no one. Maybe if I had taken better care of my own package I would be able to be so foolish, but I didn't. So while others continue to offer pieces of themselves to fix what they think is broken, I continue to take.
- Written by Nicholas
Pet Treasure
Spiffy Cardboard Box
Luminaire Present Beanbag
Plushie Parlor Parcel 1 of 2
Stick It To The Man! Parcel 2 of 2
Magical Keepsake Box
Wrapped Present
No Peeking Sticker
Pre-Loved Gift Plushie
Wrapped Book of Mystery
Charity Picnic Basket
Cardboard Disguise
Minion 1.0
Mysterious Sack
Simple Wooden Toy Box
Box of Love Letters
Mysterious Old Box
Feral Accessory Trunk
Mystery Box
Misery Lotus Skankpop VIII
Coal Present
Delivery Spooper
Heartfelt Misplaced Mysterious Melody Gift
Deluxe Gingerbread Village Tin
Bubble Wrap
Exciting Crate of Intrigue and Enchantment
Gluteus Fruit
Pirate Booty Sticker
Mighty Fine Booty Sticker
Fans Self Sticker
Sempai Sticker
Pirate Banana
Banana
Bunch of Bananas
Mini Bananas
Smiley Banana
Pumpkin Banana
Red Banana
Red Bananas
Houndstooth Banana
Banana Plushie
Throwing Coconuts
Young Coconuts
Coconut Beanbag
Matlals Jewels
Cucumber
Cucumber Earrings
Dinkle Flower
Phallaticus
Dinkle Berries
For Oral Use Only Sticker
Collection of Obscene Gesture Photos
Big Sack of Fine Jewels
Minions Market Parcel 1 of 2
All That Glitters Parcel
Thimble and Co. Parcel
Plushie Parlor Parcel 2 of 2
Stick It To The Man! Parcel 1 of 2
Elwooden Crate
Book Package
Pastry Box
Wood-Fired Pizza Sample Box
Candyland Box of Lingerie
Loveless Box of Lingerie
Antique Box of Lingerie
Blooming Box of Lingerie
Cogwork Box of Lingerie
Box of Space Dust
Lovely Vintage Hat Box
Promotional Darkmatter Pizza Gift Basket
Empty Valentines Chocolate Box
Shoebox Of Treasured Memories
Box of Old Driftwood
Empty Red and Green Mini-Giftbox
Empty Vibrant Purple Mini-Giftbox
Empty Blue Mini-Giftbox
Empty Mellow-Yellow Mini-Giftbox
Empty Green Bat Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Green Witch Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Green Pumpkin Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Green Spider Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Orange Bat Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Orange Witch Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Orange Pumpkin Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Orange Spider Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Purple Witch Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Purple Bat Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Purple Pumpkin Morostide Gift-Box
Empty Purple Spider Morostide Gift-Box