I’m gonna be honest: what’s the literal Point of being a spellcaster if you never get a bit where you’re levitating and your eyes are glowing and wind from nowhere is whipping your hair and clothes about (mostly back, in a suitably dramatic way), and there’s a strange light about you and fire/lightning/power crackling, growing in your hands, and you say something authoritative and righteous in a slightly echoing voice and then blast someone
we’re almost in the ‘20s and dadaism is thriving, europe’s in a shambles, everyone is broke and the right wing is on the rise so i guess we really don’t learn a goddamn thing huh
me as a kid, bored out of my mind, grazing my hand across those old school TVs and feeling the layer of static crackle on the display and pretending like I was an undiscovered supermutant