Let the Battles Begin!

FTAGN observed the strange patternforms, making note of their performances and their deceptions, whether they understood themselves to be acting deceptively or otherwise. Some were pale, like white sand, others were strange colours, and some even came in notably altered shapes, like one whose mouth was extended outwards in a way FTAGN had never seen before. Based on what Gira had told FTAGN about faces and the things on them,  understood that that wasn’t actually Tinker’s face, but rather a ‘mask’, a secondary face worn over the true face. Perhaps  would rip it off.

One of the strangers was a ‘Himonus’, which appeared to be the proper, full word that ‘human’ was an informal shortening of. Good to know!

FTAGN could now define a ‘knot’ as ‘a pain in the ass to undo’.  would remember this in perpetuity, and it would likely cause much confusion every time it came up again. The originator of that knowledge, evidently named ‘Cruddus’, a ‘saiyajin’, looked to FTAGN and said something peculiar. ‘Weird’? ”i’m not a thing”, FTAGN clarified helpfully. The green masked one looked  way, too. ‘Headache’? ”I do know yes!” See, wasn’t FTAGN helpful? Answering questions and everything.

Hm. Bad vibes. A lot of these patternforms were talking in strange, antagonistic ways— were they people? No, their patterns were too inconsistent to be people, these were just some other dissolution-capable meatpatterns. They spoke of ‘winning matches’. What good would that do them?

”winIng. will only         “ FTAGN seemed to lack the right word, unsure how to finish the ‘thought’. ”misunderstanding?”