Greggory

It's me. Greggory. AAAAAHHHHHH! non-selective indie Greggory rp blog from Night in the Woods

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[maeisms]

“I think if you give a kid a choice, when they’re aware of the world and know basic things like science and whatever, and if they choose to then follow religion- that’s whatever. The gave their consent to learn and were educated about the world around them. It’s still cultish, but at least the kid isn’t deprived, like most of them are.”

[greggisms]

“Makes total sense,” Gregg agreed. “Any other way just feels misleading and wrong anyway.” He chuckled and pulled up to a small convenience store just shy of Briddle. “Still not for me, though. I’m good without it all. You want something? My treat today, but with actual money. This isn’t the crime.”

[maeisms]

“Super gross and cultish,” Mae replied instantly.

“Makes me uncomfortable seeing children in prayer or whatever. They don’t know what they’re saying. You’re probably effing that kid up for life by doing that to them.”

[greggisms]

“I mean, maybe.” He had to admit, she had a point. “But what if the parents like… wait. And then tell the kid when they’re older, like- ‘You know, this is what we believe and we want you to come to church with us to learn’ and then the kid’s totally into it anyway?”

[maeisms]

“I guess?” Mae shrugged.

“Like. They didn’t have much. Maybe they were… Seriously hurting or whatever. Or somebody died and lost an arm in front of a diner,” she grinned.

“But they turned to believe in something that they have no idea is real because it was comforting to them. That there’s some effed up purpose for all the junk happening to them. Made them feel less hopeless, probably.”

[greggisms]

“You’re the reason anything happens in your life, I think,” Gregg said with a shrug. “I mean, it’s not your fault if people do something to you- But like- Where you end up? It depends on how much you put into your life, for what you get out of it. I don’t know, dude. I’m not good at philosophy and stuff.”

He took a turn onto the highway, humming. “But what about people who just follow a religion their whole lives? Like, they were raised in it and just don’t ever leave? That’s pretty messed up, right?”

[maeisms]

“Dad said religion is for people who lost everything and found something,” Mae shrugged, rolling down the window to dip her arm out of it.

“Too complicated for me. Hey, where are we going, anyway?”

[greggisms]

“Just outside of Briddle,” Gregg said, though he offered no other explanation. He reached up and scratched at his head for a second, then huffed.

“I don’t think it should be like that,” he said finally. “Lost everything?”

[maeisms]

“Dude. It’s more free food. The circle of life is complete,” Mae settled herself into the passenger seat, staring at her house through the window.

“Besides, Mom would just give Aunt Mall Cop some shpeal about how I can join her and develop a relationship with god and be forgiven for whatever the hell I stole. Because apparently divine forgiveness covers that in the religious insurance package.”

[greggisms]

“Religion’s weird,” Gregg hummed. He pulled away from the curb and started driving, heading out of town. “I couldn’t get behind it. Too much work, not enough pay. Believe in some invisible sky guy and get like... what? Treats?” He shrugged. “Nah, dude. I can see the appeal, I guess, but it just never worked for me.”

[maeisms]

“Not your bike?” Mae seemed surprised. “I didn’t think Bea could have such a big lapse in judgement,” she mused.

“I didn’t know cars came with training wheels. Your must be an expert,” Mae chuckled, leading the way out the front door.

“There’s food somewhere in the world that I can have. For free.”

[greggisms]

“Keep talking, Borowski,” Gregg laughed. “I may not be the best driver, but they gave me a license. Where’s yours?”

He stepped outside, pointing out Bea’s car parked out front. “You know, Mae, not everything’s free. Unfortunately. Give me a world where everything is free though. I’d be down. Bills suck.”

[maeisms]

“My license is in your butt,” Mae laughed, stepping toward the car. She’d come to learn the passenger seat fairly well.

“Maybe not to you. But anything can be free with enough crimes.”

[greggisms]

Gregg shook his head again, getting into the driver’s side. “I’m not washing it before I give it back to you,” he commented on the license, starting the car.

“By enough crimes do you mean the ones that finally get you sent to prison and they force you to eat, sleep, and piss on their schedule?”

[maeisms]

“Not your bike?” Mae seemed surprised. “I didn’t think Bea could have such a big lapse in judgement,” she mused.

“I didn’t know cars came with training wheels. Your must be an expert,” Mae chuckled, leading the way out the front door.

“There’s food somewhere in the world that I can have. For free.”

[greggisms]

“Keep talking, Borowski,” Gregg laughed. “I may not be the best driver, but they gave me a license. Where’s yours?”

He stepped outside, pointing out Bea’s car parked out front. “You know, Mae, not everything’s free. Unfortunately. Give me a world where everything is free though. I’d be down. Bills suck.”

[maeisms]

“It smells like factory and slightly less disappointment,” Mae watched Gregg, standing in the doorway between the hall and the living room.

“I mean, you could take the couch, I guess. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t notice for all of five seconds.”

[greggisms]

“Nah, I want it to be my butt,” Gregg hummed, pushing himself up from the couch and grinning at Mae again. “You ready? Did you eat? We can grab some coffee. I’ve got Bea’s car today, thankfully. We’ve got a ways to go.”

[maeisms]

“If god smells like mothballs, sweat, and disappointment in your child,” Mae shrugged, turning to slip on her shoes.

“You better be careful. You might mess with my dad’s butt print. He’s been working on that since I moved out the first time.”

Mae stood next to the couch, watching Gregg. “So, what crimes exactly? Busting more lights from the Falcon?”

[greggisms]

“Secret crimes of secret type stuff,” Gregg said quickly, wiggling his butt purposefully against the couch. “Mmmm, Dad butt!” He burst out laughing, leaning forward over his knees for a moment.

Sitting up again, he fell back against the couch cushions. “I want a butt print couch, dude,” he said wistfully. “Means I wouldn’t have to work so much.”

[maeisms]

“Smells like boxes and old socks and church,” Mae corrected, yawning soft. She scratched her stomach, and looked toward the spare pair of shoes she’d taken off when Bea helped her up the stairs from the party.

It was too hard to walk up stairs when you couldn’t feel them.

“And what plans are these exactly that are so important to infringe on my sleep?” Mae couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face, though.

[greggisms]

Gregg turned, grinning widely at Mae. “Crimes,” he giggled. “Like always. Crimes, dude.”

He dropped onto the couch in the main room and stretched his feet out in front of himself. “What exactly does church smell like?” he asked after a moment. “Mothballs and sweat?”

[greggisms]

@maeisms

Gregg had the day off, which was rare. Not that he couldn’t just dip out of the store whenever he wanted. The owner seemed not to mind too much. But this was a legitimate day off and with no Angus around, he had time to commit crimes- Hang out! with Mae.

So he had made his way across town to her house, knocking loudly on the door. “Mae! Maaaaeeeeee! Come on, let’s go do something!”

[maeisms]

It was noon, and Mae was still well asleep. It was fine- her dad was off to work, and mom was at the church.

The banging on the door was only just enough to disturb her, and she groaned, dragging herself off the bed and down the stairs. Her shirt was lopsided on her frame, and her feet bare.

“I don’t want girlscout cookies, unless-” she murmured, before realizing it was Gregg of all people at the door.

“Oh. You should’ve brought thin mints with you.”

[greggisms]

Gregg laughed, shaking his head. “Do you really think they would have survived the walk?” he teased her, letting himself in without warning. He looked around and stretched, breathing in deep. “Ahhhh, smells like Borowski!” He turned back to Mae. “Were you asleep? The day’s half over. We’ve got things to do!”

[greggisms]

@maeisms

Gregg had the day off, which was rare. Not that he couldn’t just dip out of the store whenever he wanted. The owner seemed not to mind too much. But this was a legitimate day off and with no Angus around, he had time to commit crimes- Hang out! with Mae.

So he had made his way across town to her house, knocking loudly on the door. “Mae! Maaaaeeeeee! Come on, let’s go do something!”

[greggisms]

     - HEY DUDE!      - AT THE SNACK FALCON!      - BAND PRACTICE LATER!      - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

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Let’s do some crimes!

Night in the Woods has probably got to be one of my new favorite games ever. I fully intend to play it as many times as needed to take every single option throughout the game. Gregg is by far my favorite.

[maeisms]

                           “Crimes?”

                                                  “Crimes.”

-Nonselective Mae Borowski and Greggory || Penned by Sam and Jansen

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