the great ancient ones who live in the back of your mind are pleased that you have found the Game. the Game is important to them. they once tried to play It, but were the victims of a doomed timeline and could not fulfill what the Game demanded of them.
when you pick up the delicate paper sleeve emblazoned with the house motif they stir, crooning to you in quiet tones, saying yes baby boy you've done well we can help you win and you can do what we never could
they always call you baby because they love you.
and it's okay for parents to call their children 'baby'.
because to your three othermothers and your otherparent you are just a baby.
they have existed longer than time and your mamas are starting to get tired and worn and their voices aren't as clear.
when you upload the game, your dragon mama tells you you have to fight baby boy no matter how hard it gets and no matter the friends you lose along the way and you promised her you would and kissed her scaly cheek.
your warmest mama makes you promise love the others no matter what baby boy let your heart guide your path and you promised her and let her kiss your forehead.
your many-mouthed mama makes you promise look after your teammates baby boy don't let them get hurt and dont get hurt yourself and you promise her and she hugs you with her four strong arms.
your papa, infinite and gentle, makes you promise you have to keep trying baby boy you have to finish the game and you have to win and you promise void you'll try and let void ruffle your hair and kiss your brow.
your othermothers and otherparent sing a hymn of luck for you and your friends (even though your friends cant see your otherfamily).
you pick up the disc and instert it into your computer.
you have a feeling that it's going to be a very long day.