Sandy Shores Part 5: Fatso

Backwards now, to part five, which was preempted when all hell broke loose:

What can we say about Fatso? He's bigger than a house, with bad legs and a bad attitude with regards to the earthlings he is forced to share a planet with. We're talking bitter contempt for every attitude and every habit; physical or mental, which humans generally consider normal. He considers humans to be fully insane, deeply deluded, superstitious and narcissistic rationalising child-robots, lacking any considerable capacity for logic, wisdom or objectivity.

What a dick, eh?

For a long time he had a far kinder attitude about these things. He was constantly aware of human duality, and saw the consciousness of people as victims of their instinctive selves; saw their plight as genuinely pitiable. He saw humankind's litany of daily sins as inevitable, as per the law of causality, and forgiveness utterly unquestionable, for they know not what they do. He loved them, and he had special relationships where he was privileged to express more-directional love in his own idiosyncratic ways, but those parties have all gone their separate ways, and Fatso is left in the cold and very aware that the superstitious nonsense which governs human minds and human societies is holding him back from celebrating life in the joyful ways in which he is aligned and which a sane society would gladly accommodate. It would seem that his starvation for direct love has poisoned his reserves of radiant love.

 

Luckily he doesn't think about these things when he's dealing with people face-to-face, such as with his housemates at Sandy Shores Peace & Enlightenment Sanctuary. He warmly appreciates the Diabolic Duo's cooking habits which produce a wide range of results; occasionally very delicious ones, and their willingness to share, and he does his best to engage with their playful brand of humour ranging from adolescent to pre-toddler. Everyone at Sandy Shores currently survives on disability benefits and engages together in a sort of marginalized persons economy; a sort of code where no man is left behind. Fatso shares food supplies as a contribution and helps Yougenius with various things, most prominently of-late, with a job search which involves a whole barrel of fun we might try to describe some other time when we can bear it.

And he appreciates the Baron for his warmth and honesty and helpfulness and ability to use his brain cells rather than attack them with harmful narcotics.

Fatso still has visiting nurses and PSW's looking after he and his wounds but perhaps not for much longer. He tries to get outside with his walker for a stumble each day plus two sessions of physio exercises. And he works every day at his Dungeons and Dragons empire. He's putting together a whole new version of D&D and a couple of deeply immersive D&D campaign worlds. He plans to host the game for money, as a home business, and to give his clients the ultimate D&D experience. It's a lot of work to prepare such a thing, but a labour of love, if Fatso still knows what love means.