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2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
3. Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.
2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
3. Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.
I'm the Blue Beetle.
I'm responsible for a few deaths directly, and a few more indirectly. I could have done something to save them, but I didn't. That's why I'm trying to make up for it, the best I can.
Honestly, I'm a lot angrier about all this crap than I let on, and I've definitely wanted to kill someone else even after trying to make up for the first one. I won't, though. And I think I hide it well! We're still probably gonna die trying to catch him, though.
I've got some issues, I guess? Like, I'm probably a big hypocrite for telling everyone to go to therapy and then refusing to go. Still ain't going though.
Guys, the Justice League? Totally dicks. Superdicks. Super superdicks.
Me and Ted stole our dog. That was totally our bad. We're never giving him back.
I'm responsible for a few deaths directly, and a few more indirectly. I could have done something to save them, but I didn't. That's why I'm trying to make up for it, the best I can.
Honestly, I'm a lot angrier about all this crap than I let on, and I've definitely wanted to kill someone else even after trying to make up for the first one. I won't, though. And I think I hide it well! We're still probably gonna die trying to catch him, though.
I've got some issues, I guess? Like, I'm probably a big hypocrite for telling everyone to go to therapy and then refusing to go. Still ain't going though.
Guys, the Justice League? Totally dicks. Superdicks. Super superdicks.
Me and Ted stole our dog. That was totally our bad. We're never giving him back.
Edited 2017-06-16 06:24 (UTC)
My parents called me 'demon spawn' and tried to kill me. Tried to stab me, then set the house on fire.
I did not even realize the vampire that killed my family, the rest of the Hyakuya orphans, was there in Shinjuku because I was distracted with realizing Mika was alive.
I technically killed myself back home at one point. With these pills that increase our synchronization with our demon, to make us stronger. I wanted to save Guren, my superior that took me in, and took too many at once. Ashuramaru brought me back though.
I'm still scared of losing control.
I almost feel bad being here, with how much better it is in comparison to things going on back home. That the rest of the squad, Guren, that they aren't here to enjoy this too.
And now part of me might also be terrified of them showing up. Their reaction to me now.
I did not even realize the vampire that killed my family, the rest of the Hyakuya orphans, was there in Shinjuku because I was distracted with realizing Mika was alive.
I technically killed myself back home at one point. With these pills that increase our synchronization with our demon, to make us stronger. I wanted to save Guren, my superior that took me in, and took too many at once. Ashuramaru brought me back though.
I'm still scared of losing control.
I almost feel bad being here, with how much better it is in comparison to things going on back home. That the rest of the squad, Guren, that they aren't here to enjoy this too.
And now part of me might also be terrified of them showing up. Their reaction to me now.
I'm dead.
All the time, not like the 'died and woke up here' thing with other people. Someone killed me just because I was there, and then a witch fished my body out of the river because she needed something to do her dirty work for her.
The only problem is that she fucked it up and now I'm this fucking disgusting thing that actually realizes what it is. I'm so repulsive that people who've spent centuries wallowing in intestines and staring at fucking eldritch abominations won't even touch me. Sometimes looking at myself makes me so sick I start ripping my body apart even though I know it won't do a goddamn thing.
And...it's just going to keep getting worse. My soul is rotting from the inside out, but instead of doing one last human thing and letting someone put me in the ground for good I'm still dragging my ass around because I'm scared. Like the fucking thing's even mine anymore - I think the witch used my soul as payment for the resurrection to begin with.
I'm starting to forget a lot of the things that made me human. It's why I don't want anyone changing me back for a little while even though I know people here can do it, 'cause it'd just force me to stop pretending that there's anything salvageable left in here.
...I killed two people at home and drove another one insane. They were all technically alive when I left, and it was all self-defense, but - I know better. That's just what I am now.
I lie about being human here because I want to be able to pretend for a little bit longer. It's not real, but I like - it's nice to have people care about me, even if I'm just going to fuck it up in the end. I really really fucking care about a lot of people here, and I don't think I'm gonna survive disappointing them eventually.
[...]
...it used to be kind of comforting to know that my boyfriend could kill me for real. Like, whenever I finally went off the deep end at least it'd be someone who cared that put me down, you know?
But then I saw his face when it actually happened and now I feel like an even bigger piece of shit for ever thinking that. I still do.
All the time, not like the 'died and woke up here' thing with other people. Someone killed me just because I was there, and then a witch fished my body out of the river because she needed something to do her dirty work for her.
The only problem is that she fucked it up and now I'm this fucking disgusting thing that actually realizes what it is. I'm so repulsive that people who've spent centuries wallowing in intestines and staring at fucking eldritch abominations won't even touch me. Sometimes looking at myself makes me so sick I start ripping my body apart even though I know it won't do a goddamn thing.
And...it's just going to keep getting worse. My soul is rotting from the inside out, but instead of doing one last human thing and letting someone put me in the ground for good I'm still dragging my ass around because I'm scared. Like the fucking thing's even mine anymore - I think the witch used my soul as payment for the resurrection to begin with.
I'm starting to forget a lot of the things that made me human. It's why I don't want anyone changing me back for a little while even though I know people here can do it, 'cause it'd just force me to stop pretending that there's anything salvageable left in here.
...I killed two people at home and drove another one insane. They were all technically alive when I left, and it was all self-defense, but - I know better. That's just what I am now.
I lie about being human here because I want to be able to pretend for a little bit longer. It's not real, but I like - it's nice to have people care about me, even if I'm just going to fuck it up in the end. I really really fucking care about a lot of people here, and I don't think I'm gonna survive disappointing them eventually.
[...]
...it used to be kind of comforting to know that my boyfriend could kill me for real. Like, whenever I finally went off the deep end at least it'd be someone who cared that put me down, you know?
But then I saw his face when it actually happened and now I feel like an even bigger piece of shit for ever thinking that. I still do.
I belong to a secret organization that erases everyone's memories of a bigass war so we can save the world! Kind of! It's very morally ambiguous!
I am one hundo percent not the strongest person in the Bureau.
I have killed a lot of dudes. I don't feel sorry for about 75% of them. That's not a big secret, but I don't exactly go around blabbing.
I led a revolution, decided to show mercy to the man I should have killed, and as a result, I'm a widower, all my friends and family there were either killed or had to flee, and my home was burned down to the ground. Mission one: save the world. Mission two: I'm going to look him in the eyes while I kill him.
I'm still really, really sad about it though. I'll never love again! Not romantically, anyway.
I named my fish after my father-in-law. He was a really great guy!
I hate not having magic. I'm just the guy that hits shit. Don't get me wrong, I hit shit real good, but there's, like, a limit to that.
I'm not great at reading or writing and I really wish people would stop using text for everything.
I made a really, really good chair once.
I am one hundo percent not the strongest person in the Bureau.
I have killed a lot of dudes. I don't feel sorry for about 75% of them. That's not a big secret, but I don't exactly go around blabbing.
I led a revolution, decided to show mercy to the man I should have killed, and as a result, I'm a widower, all my friends and family there were either killed or had to flee, and my home was burned down to the ground. Mission one: save the world. Mission two: I'm going to look him in the eyes while I kill him.
I'm still really, really sad about it though. I'll never love again! Not romantically, anyway.
I named my fish after my father-in-law. He was a really great guy!
I hate not having magic. I'm just the guy that hits shit. Don't get me wrong, I hit shit real good, but there's, like, a limit to that.
I'm not great at reading or writing and I really wish people would stop using text for everything.
I made a really, really good chair once.
Edited 2017-06-16 06:27 (UTC)
I know that I have to be strong for when I go back to my world, but...
I don't know how much more I can lose.
I don't know how much more I can lose.
I killed civilians during the War of the Lance without any regrets. I regret the war only because my kind were treated as disposable beasts and the superior officers were too busy killing and backstabbing each other to rise in the ranks rather than focusing on what was important.
My regiment and I once killed a kender after getting information from him and then ate him to keep from starving to death.
I know it'll eventually be brought up, but a part of me doesn't want to tell Aurican the origins of my kind out of fear that he will hate or pity me. I've become very attached to him.
My regiment and I once killed a kender after getting information from him and then ate him to keep from starving to death.
I know it'll eventually be brought up, but a part of me doesn't want to tell Aurican the origins of my kind out of fear that he will hate or pity me. I've become very attached to him.
I have a basement full of clones of my sons. Well, had. People get into such histrionics about it, but really, if you have death-prone sons, what do you expect their father to do?
I have, oh... maybe two friends here? Counting Helper? I miss the Monarch, for god's sake. My tormentor. At least he kept things interesting.
I've made life before. Artificial life, that is. He had to be put down after he gained too much sentience. Back to the drawing board.
Oh, and a machine that gave you your greatest desire. It was powered by an orphan's heart, but in my defense, it was only one heart. That's quite a feat for such a powerful invention.
And the requisite I'm actually a failure, blah blah blah, my father was horribly abusive and it's a wonder I came out as well adjusted as I am now, blah blah blah, my father died of mysterious causes before I could pave my own way, blah blah blah.
God, I need to get laid.
I have, oh... maybe two friends here? Counting Helper? I miss the Monarch, for god's sake. My tormentor. At least he kept things interesting.
I've made life before. Artificial life, that is. He had to be put down after he gained too much sentience. Back to the drawing board.
Oh, and a machine that gave you your greatest desire. It was powered by an orphan's heart, but in my defense, it was only one heart. That's quite a feat for such a powerful invention.
And the requisite I'm actually a failure, blah blah blah, my father was horribly abusive and it's a wonder I came out as well adjusted as I am now, blah blah blah, my father died of mysterious causes before I could pave my own way, blah blah blah.
God, I need to get laid.
Edited 2017-06-16 07:05 (UTC)
Aquest vers és el present.
El vers que heu llegit ja és el passat
-ja ha quedat enrera després de la lectura.
La resta del poema és el futur,
que existeix fora de la vostra
percepció.
Els mots
són aquí, tant si els llegiu
com no. I cap poder terrestre
no ho pot modificar.[JB]
El vers que heu llegit ja és el passat
-ja ha quedat enrera després de la lectura.
La resta del poema és el futur,
que existeix fora de la vostra
percepció.
Els mots
són aquí, tant si els llegiu
com no. I cap poder terrestre
no ho pot modificar.[JB]
I hate a lot of people openly, but I don't hate as many as I pretend to hate.
So many people in my life have known me by so many names, that I forget which one is my real one sometimes.
Working in law enforcement is the only way to keep me from becoming a full-blown criminal.
So many people in my life have known me by so many names, that I forget which one is my real one sometimes.
Working in law enforcement is the only way to keep me from becoming a full-blown criminal.
I walked by homeless people begging for money in Five Points often and only gave money once (because it wasn't mine originally) & never felt bad.
I often wondered what life would've been like if we'd all gone with Krennic and joined the Empire.
Taking lives of troopers for the Empire was the easiest thing in the world without an ounce of guilt or second-thought.
Sometimes I purposefully destroyed the crops of the vegetables I really didn't like while growing up on Lah'mu.
I often wondered what life would've been like if we'd all gone with Krennic and joined the Empire.
Taking lives of troopers for the Empire was the easiest thing in the world without an ounce of guilt or second-thought.
Sometimes I purposefully destroyed the crops of the vegetables I really didn't like while growing up on Lah'mu.
Edited 2017-06-16 07:27 (UTC)
I've never felt like I belong on Earth.
But I'm also somehow really homesick here. For Earth and Krypton alike.
As much as I miss my cousin, it's nice to not be in his shadow for a change and get to shine on my own as a hero.
Being here really hits home how lonely it was to work solo with the DEO at my back. I want a team, like the heroes on Earth-1 do. To share our victories and losses together.
And...
I've watched The Wizard of Oz more times than I can count. I've got a Thing for musicals.
But I'm also somehow really homesick here. For Earth and Krypton alike.
As much as I miss my cousin, it's nice to not be in his shadow for a change and get to shine on my own as a hero.
Being here really hits home how lonely it was to work solo with the DEO at my back. I want a team, like the heroes on Earth-1 do. To share our victories and losses together.
And...
I've watched The Wizard of Oz more times than I can count. I've got a Thing for musicals.
I died. Poisoned by people I trusted, and now it's harder to trust others.
My older brother was monstrous. I could never say so while he was alive, but I was relieved when I heard of it. He wouldn't torment our little brother anymore, then.
House Stark and mine are opposed, but I have warm memories of them from the visit we made to Winterfell. I do not wish to be at odds with them here.
I miss Trystane, my betrothed. More every day. I love him still, but I hope he will move on and be happy again. He deserves naught else but joy.
Sometimes I think my mother only cares about herself, and it breaks my heart.
My older brother was monstrous. I could never say so while he was alive, but I was relieved when I heard of it. He wouldn't torment our little brother anymore, then.
House Stark and mine are opposed, but I have warm memories of them from the visit we made to Winterfell. I do not wish to be at odds with them here.
I miss Trystane, my betrothed. More every day. I love him still, but I hope he will move on and be happy again. He deserves naught else but joy.
Sometimes I think my mother only cares about herself, and it breaks my heart.
I killed a man and I don't regret it. He deserved it.
I beat up my best friend and put him in hospital. I'm afraid of losing control like that again.
Back when I was dating, I used to get the names of my girlfriends mixed up.
I cheated on my wife. A woman on the bus gave me her number and we texted all the time. It was only texting, but I wanted more and I still do.
The woman on the bus was my best friend's little sister. I still don't know how I feel about that.
After Mary died, she stayed with me for weeks. I still hear her voice sometimes.
I neglected my daughter during that time too. She lost her mum and I couldn't cope.
I really like cat videos.
I beat up my best friend and put him in hospital. I'm afraid of losing control like that again.
Back when I was dating, I used to get the names of my girlfriends mixed up.
I cheated on my wife. A woman on the bus gave me her number and we texted all the time. It was only texting, but I wanted more and I still do.
The woman on the bus was my best friend's little sister. I still don't know how I feel about that.
After Mary died, she stayed with me for weeks. I still hear her voice sometimes.
I neglected my daughter during that time too. She lost her mum and I couldn't cope.
I really like cat videos.
Edited 2017-06-16 09:56 (UTC)
I ruined my teacher's life because I couldn't keep it in my pants. I can never just keep it in my pants. She didn't deserve to get chased out of town, I did.
I like the way I look because as long as I have abs people ignore how stupid I am and how often I screw everything up by getting involved.
A couple weeks ago I watched a video of my classmate getting murdered. I mostly don't think about it but sometimes I can't not think about it. And what he must have thought about while it was happening. And what his sister thinks about now. I don't know how to deal with any of it. Also everyone in town compared me to him because we look a little alike, same hair, and I really don't know how to deal with that.
I like the way I look because as long as I have abs people ignore how stupid I am and how often I screw everything up by getting involved.
A couple weeks ago I watched a video of my classmate getting murdered. I mostly don't think about it but sometimes I can't not think about it. And what he must have thought about while it was happening. And what his sister thinks about now. I don't know how to deal with any of it. Also everyone in town compared me to him because we look a little alike, same hair, and I really don't know how to deal with that.
I got really wasted and robbed a bank with an old man.
I killed people, and promised that I would abide by man's law for punishment. Even made sure that I would recieve the maximum penalty.
After spending two years here, I feel like that was the wrong action to take. That there are better ways to make up for mistakes than just letting yourself be at someone else's mercy.
After spending two years here, I feel like that was the wrong action to take. That there are better ways to make up for mistakes than just letting yourself be at someone else's mercy.
My best friend murdered me, and I still miss him sometimes.
Edited 2017-06-16 13:06 (UTC)
It's been two years since I got killed, and I still wake up crying. Just another reason why I'm a complete loser.
I turned down ten million dollars to keep ownership of my company, which so far has amounted to nothing.
I got bullied by a group of elementary school kids and had to get my landlord to come yell at them before they'd leave me alone.
Part of me is afraid of success because I don't want to end up like the corporate CEO douchebags who make my life harder, but I know that one of them at least used to be a lot like me.
I have terrible panic attacks almost every time I need to make a major decision.
I got the idea for my compression algorithm from an extremely elaborate dick joke about the fastest way to jerk off 800 guys.
I got bullied by a group of elementary school kids and had to get my landlord to come yell at them before they'd leave me alone.
Part of me is afraid of success because I don't want to end up like the corporate CEO douchebags who make my life harder, but I know that one of them at least used to be a lot like me.
I have terrible panic attacks almost every time I need to make a major decision.
I got the idea for my compression algorithm from an extremely elaborate dick joke about the fastest way to jerk off 800 guys.
I intentionally brought a god whale back to life. I wanted it to raise the sea level to make everything better for the animals that lived in it. I didn't care about humanity suffering because of it. I thought we deserved it because we'd perpetrated it to begin with. When the storm started and I saw the fear in my friend's eyes and realised that the god was too powerful? I couldn't go through with it. I still don't know how to feel about all this.
I have nightmares about Kyogre drowning the people who trusted me and who I dragged down with me. They trusted me and I used my influence to lead them down a path that would've fucked everyone over, had it not been stopped. I don't understand why any of them stayed with me after it and yet... I hate the idea that some people left, even though they didn't have anywhere else to go. I want a second chance even though I don't deserve one.
I don't want to return the submarine I stole.
Sometimes I miss the power the blue orb had. Sometimes I wish I could just blame it all on the blue orb possessing me but I know that wasn't the case.
I have nightmares about Kyogre drowning the people who trusted me and who I dragged down with me. They trusted me and I used my influence to lead them down a path that would've fucked everyone over, had it not been stopped. I don't understand why any of them stayed with me after it and yet... I hate the idea that some people left, even though they didn't have anywhere else to go. I want a second chance even though I don't deserve one.
I don't want to return the submarine I stole.
Sometimes I miss the power the blue orb had. Sometimes I wish I could just blame it all on the blue orb possessing me but I know that wasn't the case.
I killed my mom.
I killed almost twenty people because they called me boring.
My two-headed girlfriend dumped me and I don't know if I can ever love again. Maybe if a three-headed girl comes along...
My greatest fear is being seen as plain and normal.
I killed almost twenty people because they called me boring.
My two-headed girlfriend dumped me and I don't know if I can ever love again. Maybe if a three-headed girl comes along...
My greatest fear is being seen as plain and normal.
My full name is Riptide of Simanzian Dawn. I was created as an MTO at near the start of a 500,000 year long battle in response to a flood. That's why I turn into a boat. Neither me or my team were expected to live longer than a few hours.
I can't read or write very well. My superiors cared more about me being able to fire a gun. Every time I try and learn it makes me really anxious because I get flashbacks to having to cram before running out into the battle.
I've lost count of the amount of beings I've killed either directly or through collateral damage. Three million years of war is a long time to do a lot of messed up stuff in the name of survival.
There's going to be a mutiny on the ship I live on back home. I know because I'm going to be part of it.
I can't read or write very well. My superiors cared more about me being able to fire a gun. Every time I try and learn it makes me really anxious because I get flashbacks to having to cram before running out into the battle.
I've lost count of the amount of beings I've killed either directly or through collateral damage. Three million years of war is a long time to do a lot of messed up stuff in the name of survival.
There's going to be a mutiny on the ship I live on back home. I know because I'm going to be part of it.
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