Think transporter glitch a la STTNG

The 2 directions this tends towards are teaming up to conquer the world, and (more commonly) Highlander.

Think of it like OMORI.

Like the Final Duet part in particular.
That's what would happen.

I'm unfamiliar with that game, but a cursory google image search for OMORI yielded this result, so I am intrigued.

Well that image is interesting.
The game it self, is...Yea. it's not easy to explain without giving spoilers.

I read the bit about mature themes and suicide. Sounds fun but I go for games that escape reality more than reinforce it.

Ah, I see. Well, each person has their preferences. Whether if it's video game preferences or...Idk. I can't word myself exactly

The last game I really got into was GTA 5...of course in the 1,000+ hrs I played it I think I only completed 3 missions. Somehow hurling my limp body off of freeway signs or into random pedestrians was endlessly amusing. Well, that and seeing how many cops I could kill in the same spot. After about 40 the game would start glitching and their corpses would jerk whenever another one piled on top of it. The hospital entrance was a perfect place for this because it's the respawn point. With cheat codes that game was like Valhalla.

Ah. I haven't played GTA in ages ngl.

Best mass-murder simulator to date. I was a bit sad they shortened the duration that you could watch your deceased body in motion after you died, because it was fun in GTA 4 to see how far you could fling yourself by standing next to and shooting a gas pump. But I am glad the corpses didn't deform realistically. Not trying to desensitize myself to that kind of carnage.

Aha, yea. Yer right on that stuff.

Either horribly or amazingly

..how-

You could be amazing and then horrible, or horrible and then amazing...or amazingly horrible. 😁

PFF-

Challenge accepted.

You do like Christian Bale's character in The Prestige and put on the most amazing "transported man" act the world has ever seen. Of course this requires one of you to remain disguised at all times to preserve the illusion that there's only one of you. You work together flawlessly, alternating which one gets to be the "real" you.

It all goes swimmingly until your fame attracts the spite of a rival magician, who hires people to follow and spy on you, and others to harass you. Things are further complicated by the rival magician's hot assistant, with whom you--both of you, unfortunately--fall madly in love. You resolve not to let a woman come between you, but soon realize that she has fallen for you as well. She presents you with a scheme to whack her magical asshat husband so you can split his estate and be together. This sounds great, if she can be trusted, but would give away the game that you're actually two people.

You and you decide to take her up on the offer--her husband is an ass who doesn't appreciate nor deserve her, and his increasing harassment is in likely to uncover your secret if allowed to continue. You devise a plan, only part of which you share with her for obvious reasons, and tell her that you'll "take care of the details, don't worry about it, the less you know the better". She agrees and arrange for all three of you (her, her husband, and you) to meet for drinks.

What she doesn't know is that one of the you's will execute Mr. Asshat while the other is in full view of several bystanders, providing an iron-clad alibi that you weren't the murderer.

What one of the you's doesn't know is that you're being set up by the other you, so when the hit happens, you A is actually set up and framed by you B. Asshat dies, one of you's gets dragged off to jail for his murder, screaming some gibberish about a duplicate of you having set you up, and is summarily tried, convicted and executed for the crime. The other you gets the girl, splits her late husband's fortune, retires your existing act, and goes about his merry way free from harassment and secure in the knowledge that for legal purposes, he's already been sentenced and put to death for murder and can't legally be tried twice for the same crime.

The wife flips out for a minute when she learns that you were actually two people, but shock gives way to amazement when she realizes how masterful your deception was. She even seems turned on by the fact that she drove you to the horrible act of essentially betraying yourself to be with her.

Never trust anyone when it comes to love. Not even yourself.

Was that better?

But im female?-

And im aroace

Welp, I'm a fxcking idiot.

I can't even pretend to relate to that, but I can tell you how I'd respond to meeting a duplicate of myself. After exploring a horribly corrupted interpretation of the term "self-love", we'd share an amazingly empathetic double-suicide.

Sorry for assuming your gender. And identity. And for being too lazy to look at your profile. The fact that I associate "manic" with men is no excuse. 😖

maniac, not manic-

Right, that too. Especially that. Manic, mania and maniac are as closely related in meaning as they are in spelling, but maniac in particular even sounds like it could be a guy's name. (I associate "hysterical" and "hysteria" more with women, which is stupid of me because that's not how gendered language works.)

I'm caught off guard by how flustered your 15 words have left me. First I put my foot in my mouth and now I'm choking trying to swallow it. Well I've mansplained my way this far, so why stop now.

Being aroace, you're in a strategic position to avoid the trials and tribulations associated with romantic enmeshment. The eros variety of love is a hole that you're better off not falling into.

Im confused-

About anything in particular? I don't always know what I'm talking about, but I'm pretty good at clarifying what I said.

Mate you wrote a bloody paragraph because of my user-

why did u-

Just felt like it I guess. I tend not to question inspiration. When it strikes, I just go with it.
Writing is like breathing for me so it actually takes more effort to hold it in.

I'll keep that in mind during my inevitable prosecution for crimes against humanity.

Omgosh hahaha.

Would the other me have a slew of children tagging along? I wouldn't mind the extra help around the house but I'd be terrible to live with, with or without 8 kids running around. I don't like being told what to do. And I hate listening to my own speaking voice although singing would be fun, I could record all those duets I'm always wanting to sing.

Just you. And if you happened to be bipolar, your cycles would by synced.

Come to think of it, as a woman of child-bearing age, all your cycles would be synced. 🏍🏍

Oh great! 2 of me with PMS at the same time, hard pass.

On the other hand, one of you could do the mommy thing while the other fxcked off down to the nearest bar/cinema/ice cream parlor...of course first you'd have to settle on which of you did what.

Oh yea, tag team it

One of my struggles between the end of college and first meeting my wife was staying awake for more than 12 hours each day, to avoid breaking from reality entirely.

NOTHING held greater allure than unconsciousness, and the rich inner life I experience via dreams was way preferable to the nightmare of being awake.

Your comment is very deep but also concerning. Do you think things have improved since then?

Lol, allow me to enumerate the ways in which they have improved:

1) I am no longer functionally celibate.
2) My testosterone levels have dropped below the levels necessary to kill an adult moose.
3) Instead of being on 1 psyche med that marginally helped, and smoking weed every day, I now modulate my brain chemistry with a potent, synergistic combination of 4 highly effective (for me) and carefully titrated psych meds.
4) My job requires me to get up at 4am most days, somtimes earlier, which keeps me honest regarding my gluttonous lust for sleep.
5) I'm middle aged! The second half always goes by faster than the first half, so in a relative sense I'm in the home stretch!

Looking forward to death the way a child looks forward to Christmas isn't ideal, but MODERN TIMES CALL FOR MODERN SOLUTIONS. (Seriously though, if my meds ever run out I'm fxcked.)

I’m 51 and have been using TRT (testosterone replacement therapy) since I was 20. Hypogonadism. Very helpful for mood and functionality.
At 51 and as a zen practitioner, sex has lost any real appeal.
It’s ok I guess but but not vital like in my 20s and 30s, and l40s for that matter. I’m engaged in my wife to be is f**king gorgeous And our sex life is absurdly good (when we have sex) but mostly it’s not that interesting anymore.
It’s been worn out I guess.
In Buddhism, it’s noted that sex is one of the last “desires” to go. Before that is unworthiness. Unworthiness is noted as being the last to go. The last of the things that stand in the way of enlightenment. I’m certainly familiar with this experience, especially having been raised an indoctrinated Catholic.
Holy Christ, what a shit show that was as a child and long into adulthood. The deprogramming still continues. Guilt, shame and fear, the primary tools used by the church to control the mind and subsequently the money.
I digress. I’m glad you found a combination of things that help you maintain while you’re here. Life is suffering, we know this, but there is a way out. Buddha gave it to us long ago.

Good luck on your journey’s. I pray that you be free, I pray that you’d be happy.

You too!?

Yep. (Devilish giggle) I’m very good alone, 2 of me would be, well, amazeballs I’m sure

My therapist always encouraged me to dig deep and really explore myself...

I'd finally be able to play those duets I could never do
And since we would have the same mind, we'd be on the same tempo

I'm sure the two of you would make beautiful music together!

We most definitely would