App

The powers what bes is upset that that game's being played on multiple platformulae to the detriment, ain't it, of regular-type well-adjusted, sufficiently nourished otherwise non-suicidal citizens.

ERASE YOUR MAP APP

"APP" meaning "application" one assumes, not necessarily being in THAT sort of "know," don't you know.

One assembles ones avatar to resemble something versioned from a darker side, from ones back-catalogue of sins and depravations, one's 'one' but otherwise lacking in moral fibre, certain redeemables voided and purchases reproofed.  Maybe you're left with a familiar from the mirror, an homunculur doppelganger with pubic tousles and halitosis and in all your worst wardrobery.  You stare into the screen in your hand and sneer the name only you remember from the origin-event playground turn-away from trouble ass-kicking humiliation because you've separated yourself fully now--it didn't happen to you but to HIM, that pathetic fuck.

He's overwhelmed by life, weaned from the sweetness of virtue's breast milk and YOU did that to him which is the ultimate betrayal, the uber-back-turn, and you liked doing it.  And now you deny him also all he has left: both his life and the means by which it is ended.  You choose-gun, rope, razor, pill.  Slip him off, in your heaviest boots, the beautifully iRendered night ship-at-sea, pushing him face first, to map erasure.

They wonder, they speculate, they cast theories and theses, hypo- and otherwise, about/on the relative virtues and those lacking of giving play to dark impulses as they've always done from the beginning of time always thinking this supposed last-straw finally something genuinely bad enough to merit censure.  It isn't though.  No one decides who ain't decided already.  All decisions are egg-bound from the beginning.  On the other hand no one who already decided changes his mind given unlimited access to speculate and fantasy-roll-play map erasure.

None of it matters any more or less than it has ever mattered.