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2. Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
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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.
I found out I used to be a Dwarf warrior. I was the first female to volunteer to be turned into a Golem to defend my homeland. I don't regret the choice at all. Though... sometimes I wonder if I would like to go back to being organic.
I.. rather liked my old master. He was stupid and lazy and his wife was a hag, but I enjoyed his company. Even if he did experiment on me.
The Warden is my friend. They are my friend, and I think they are going to die fighting the Archdemon. I don't like this idea.
I.. rather liked my old master. He was stupid and lazy and his wife was a hag, but I enjoyed his company. Even if he did experiment on me.
The Warden is my friend. They are my friend, and I think they are going to die fighting the Archdemon. I don't like this idea.
I desperately miss my family even though I try not to show it.
But being here hasn't been so bad, either. I like how accepting everyone is. I just wish there were more people my age to hang out with.
I like my powers because it's nice to finally be really good at something.
I wish I could travel to other peoples' worlds... but mostly Archie's. I would die happy if I could play with Pokemon all day.
But being here hasn't been so bad, either. I like how accepting everyone is. I just wish there were more people my age to hang out with.
I like my powers because it's nice to finally be really good at something.
I wish I could travel to other peoples' worlds... but mostly Archie's. I would die happy if I could play with Pokemon all day.
I think I might be dead back home and both that and the not knowing scares the shit out of me.
When I was ported in, a thing was going on with me and my ex-boyfriend who I was still in love with, but a grenade blew up in my face before we could resolve anything and I don't know where that leaves me now.
I copied my friend's math homework in second grade and cried about it from guilt afterward.
When I was ported in, a thing was going on with me and my ex-boyfriend who I was still in love with, but a grenade blew up in my face before we could resolve anything and I don't know where that leaves me now.
I copied my friend's math homework in second grade and cried about it from guilt afterward.
If someone is being a real bitch to me at work, I'll give 'em a regular soda instead of diet. And sometimes I may accidentally drop their order on the floor.
I murdered a woman, point blank with a shotgun in my kitchen. I don't think I really needed to do it? But it was like I was on autopilot. The kitchen burned down later with all the evidence, so I guess I'm getting away with it.
I slept with a guy when he had amnesia and didn't tell him when he got his memories back. I don't really like him as himself.
Of course I can read minds, that was the truth. And I can hear every thought you have, sorry.
I murdered a woman, point blank with a shotgun in my kitchen. I don't think I really needed to do it? But it was like I was on autopilot. The kitchen burned down later with all the evidence, so I guess I'm getting away with it.
I slept with a guy when he had amnesia and didn't tell him when he got his memories back. I don't really like him as himself.
Of course I can read minds, that was the truth. And I can hear every thought you have, sorry.
I miss my husband. That leaves me much lonelier than I admit.
The acknowledgement of my own fear was too frightening; denying it was a safer bet. I constantly refused offers of help and love because both demanded an acceptance of vulnerability. I was unable to cope with those who threatened to put a crack in the carefully controlled world I built for myself.
I will give you a story. My vengeance against somebody who had ruined the simulacrum of love she had offered. I had wanted love that wouldn't break me down and, in my rage, I lost, forgot, repressed, projected and attacked my own helplessness. To call it murder is perhaps not strong enough. Her death was a punishment. My revenge against the disturbing business of being a human being.
And here is where the present comes in. I still fear that I will lose control and the possibility my work will bring me any satisfaction. I take no pleasure in acknowledging that I will one day "fall off the wagon", as it were.
I will give you a story. My vengeance against somebody who had ruined the simulacrum of love she had offered. I had wanted love that wouldn't break me down and, in my rage, I lost, forgot, repressed, projected and attacked my own helplessness. To call it murder is perhaps not strong enough. Her death was a punishment. My revenge against the disturbing business of being a human being.
And here is where the present comes in. I still fear that I will lose control and the possibility my work will bring me any satisfaction. I take no pleasure in acknowledging that I will one day "fall off the wagon", as it were.
For all that Dio has done to my family and me, I still see him as a brother. It's terribly selfish, but I'm glad he's returned to this world; I want a few more pleasant moments before things fall apart again.
I'm glad as well that we share a stand here, whatever the true reason behind it may be. It feels as though I haven't allowed him to only take from me.
I love my family dearly, but I fear that I'll never be anything more than a disappointment to them. No matter how hard I strive, there always seems to be more I could have done.
...I'm quite tired.
I'm glad as well that we share a stand here, whatever the true reason behind it may be. It feels as though I haven't allowed him to only take from me.
I love my family dearly, but I fear that I'll never be anything more than a disappointment to them. No matter how hard I strive, there always seems to be more I could have done.
...I'm quite tired.
Oh my gosh, I have done just so much crime. Like, almost all the crimes. It's super fun and I'm really good at it, so I'm not even sorry about most of it. Except I do still feel bad about letting that kid go blind, but there wasn't any way to actually stop it happening and anyway I turned myself in after. So. Anyway.
I'm still in love with my ex and would absolutely get back with him, even though I know he's going to kill me one day. It's all very romantic.
My college boyfriend wanted to die but couldn't pull the trigger himself. He said if I loved him, I would do it. And I loved him very much.
I'm still in love with my ex and would absolutely get back with him, even though I know he's going to kill me one day. It's all very romantic.
My college boyfriend wanted to die but couldn't pull the trigger himself. He said if I loved him, I would do it. And I loved him very much.
Edited 2017-06-16 15:41 (UTC)
I was an engineer on the Manhattan Project. When I see what the atomic bomb has done to this world...I was a young fool. I'm sorry.
I spent the bulk of my life developing a time machine, only to nearly undo my own existence and several others more than once.
I fear all the travel has done more to Marty than I initially realized, and I hope to make things right someday.
I'm content with teaching, but sometimes I wish I had flashier abilities to make a real difference---despite the known risks.
And I'd rig up another dangerous dimensional travel machine if I needed to---I tire of losing friends.
I spent the bulk of my life developing a time machine, only to nearly undo my own existence and several others more than once.
I fear all the travel has done more to Marty than I initially realized, and I hope to make things right someday.
I'm content with teaching, but sometimes I wish I had flashier abilities to make a real difference---despite the known risks.
And I'd rig up another dangerous dimensional travel machine if I needed to---I tire of losing friends.
... My name is Doreen Green. Squirrel Girl is my superhero work name, and I know I've been pretty great at keeping my secret identity under wraps, but I feel bad about lying to people, especially people who I'd like to be friends with, which is everybody! I've been doing it most of my life, but stuffing my tail down the back of my pants when I'm in mild-mannered civilian mode is getting old!
While I'm on this confession train, I once accidentally broke my roommate Nancy's favourite mug and blamed it on her kitten, Mew, because I knew she wouldn't get mad at her. But that was way early into our friendship, and I'd never do that now!
While I'm on this confession train, I once accidentally broke my roommate Nancy's favourite mug and blamed it on her kitten, Mew, because I knew she wouldn't get mad at her. But that was way early into our friendship, and I'd never do that now!
I pretend I'm a big deal back home but it's really to hide my insecurities about myself because life's better when people like you, right?
I almost died and it plays on my mind a lot especially that it can actually happen to us, in a natural way.
I got brought here straight after seeing the person I love's body fall over full of holes and it's all my fault. I don't think I'm going to forgive myself for it either.
I almost died and it plays on my mind a lot especially that it can actually happen to us, in a natural way.
I got brought here straight after seeing the person I love's body fall over full of holes and it's all my fault. I don't think I'm going to forgive myself for it either.
I have killed far more people than there have ever been imports in this place, and for the vast majority of them, I am not the least bit sorry.
Peter Pan, that irritating angsty teenager dressed in skeleton leaves that made your lives Hell over a year ago? That would be my father. There is no point in apologizing for him. He's not my burden to bear anymore.
My real name is Rumpelstiltskin and yes I absolutely do spin straw into gold. The bit about firstborn children is rubbish, though.
Peter Pan, that irritating angsty teenager dressed in skeleton leaves that made your lives Hell over a year ago? That would be my father. There is no point in apologizing for him. He's not my burden to bear anymore.
My real name is Rumpelstiltskin and yes I absolutely do spin straw into gold. The bit about firstborn children is rubbish, though.
Edited 2017-06-16 16:14 (UTC)
There's something darker buried deep inside me and I feel like no one believes me the few times I mention it.
I killed a mutant who was trying to hurt someone I love and everyone else and you'd think that would make me feel like a hero but really... I liked tearing him apart and I wanted to do even more than that to him.
Feeling and hearing everything around me is sometimes too much to the point of annoying and it makes me wish I could just shut them all up for good.
I'm scared that giving into these desires will lead me down a path I can't come back from... but I still want to sometimes.
I killed a mutant who was trying to hurt someone I love and everyone else and you'd think that would make me feel like a hero but really... I liked tearing him apart and I wanted to do even more than that to him.
Feeling and hearing everything around me is sometimes too much to the point of annoying and it makes me wish I could just shut them all up for good.
I'm scared that giving into these desires will lead me down a path I can't come back from... but I still want to sometimes.
What I've put Hilde through... I don't understand why she ever took me back. I don't understand why she stays with me, in the end. I really thought I lost her for good. I don't know which is worse- that Duo could die because he's mine, or that he'll end up carrying on my curse because he's mine. I never wanted him to turn out like me, but things just ...happened. And who am I to tell him he can't take on the same responsibilities I decided to? But maybe saying I don't have a choice is making excuses for myself. I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to be responsible over someone else's life when I can't even figure out what to do with mine.
Death, Atropos, The End- whatever that force really is at the end of all things- that's the only 'God' I'll ever really believe in. I'll always just be a fluke that works on borrowed time. It's all I know about myself, my identity.
Mello, you were wrong about me. You didn't fuck anything up; I was always going to turn out this way. I'm always going to be that angry 8 year old rotting in an Alliance prison block. But maybe no one else has to be. That's what keeps me going, even though our peace didn't last.
Heero... Sorry. We couldn't keep things right without you.
Maybe I can at least try to bring a little of the hope of the Earth Sphere to this place. Starting with destroying this 'Constellation' from the inside. True peace will never come with wanton carnage.
Death, Atropos, The End- whatever that force really is at the end of all things- that's the only 'God' I'll ever really believe in. I'll always just be a fluke that works on borrowed time. It's all I know about myself, my identity.
Mello, you were wrong about me. You didn't fuck anything up; I was always going to turn out this way. I'm always going to be that angry 8 year old rotting in an Alliance prison block. But maybe no one else has to be. That's what keeps me going, even though our peace didn't last.
Heero... Sorry. We couldn't keep things right without you.
Maybe I can at least try to bring a little of the hope of the Earth Sphere to this place. Starting with destroying this 'Constellation' from the inside. True peace will never come with wanton carnage.
I'm afraid my powers will make me go to the dark side. I've seen an alternate reality where I-- my doppelganger, the me that lived on that Earth-- was evil, and I've seen my best friend struggle not to let her powers turn her evil too. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough.
[ He has a real Anakin Skywalker complex. ]
I've had these powers for over a year and I still don't know everything I can do. I'm scared I'm too powerful.
[ He has a real Anakin Skywalker complex. ]
I've had these powers for over a year and I still don't know everything I can do. I'm scared I'm too powerful.
I work for a super secret organization on the (fake) moon called the Bureau of Balance that's trying to save the world, only we sometimes erase people's memories and there are some pretty dubious moral practices going on that I'm starting to question, but I don't think I want to go back to the way things were before I got this job because it's nice to have some stability and I really like it there and it feels more like home than the surface did!
[ DEEP BREATH ]
Also, there are a lot more kids here than I'm used to because I haven't been around other kids for about a year? I've never really been good with other kids. I'm sort of not used to being one.
[ DEEP BREATH ]
Also, there are a lot more kids here than I'm used to because I haven't been around other kids for about a year? I've never really been good with other kids. I'm sort of not used to being one.
Under the right circumstances, I can restore the recently dead to true life, but I'm not supposed to. I did it to a rabbit back home, and a cat here. I'm afraid one day I'll try to do it to a person.
The largest of my bells will kill everyone who hears it. Including the ringer.
Until I met Lirael I wasn't sure if I'd survive to see the next day back home.
I don't trust the government but I think giving imPorts complete freedom is dangerous. Even if most of us mean well, that doesn't stop us from being dangerous.
The largest of my bells will kill everyone who hears it. Including the ringer.
Until I met Lirael I wasn't sure if I'd survive to see the next day back home.
I don't trust the government but I think giving imPorts complete freedom is dangerous. Even if most of us mean well, that doesn't stop us from being dangerous.
Edited 2017-06-16 19:16 (UTC)
I've killed people before, and I don't regret it in the slightest. They meant me harm, and I simply put an end to them before they could take action. They deserved it.
Teekl is the only person that I will ever absolutely trust. He's the only one whose intentions I truly know, and I would... I believe the expression is 'throw any one of you under the bus' in order to save him, if he needed it.
Lastly, I once turned into a Horigal and bit off a man's arm. I shall remember the taste for the rest of my days, it was awful.
Teekl is the only person that I will ever absolutely trust. He's the only one whose intentions I truly know, and I would... I believe the expression is 'throw any one of you under the bus' in order to save him, if he needed it.
Lastly, I once turned into a Horigal and bit off a man's arm. I shall remember the taste for the rest of my days, it was awful.
I don't care when it's obvious that my morbid jokes about being shot in the head are a coping mechanism. I'm dead, it's somebody else's turn to be uncomfortable. And anyway, some vindictive part of me almost enjoys it when people from home look guilty about it.
Jaime's a better hero than I ever was, and I couldn't be prouder to see him carrying on the Blue Beetle legacy.
Every time I talk to Skeets, something in me resents the fact that he's here and not Booster.
I miss home.
Jaime's a better hero than I ever was, and I couldn't be prouder to see him carrying on the Blue Beetle legacy.
Every time I talk to Skeets, something in me resents the fact that he's here and not Booster.
I miss home.
I've basically written off my life as a failure, and there's a part of me that feels it will only have value by dying a martyr. The only sense of satisfaction is when I can throw myself at a cause with complete dedication.
Everyone I allowed myself to love is dead, leaving me unbearably lonely, though I'm sure I'm incapable of loving again. And I blame myself for it entirely.
I try and distract myself by taking on as many hobbies, and helping people out, or else I might have to acknowledge that I think I may be losing my mind.
Also I'm over 300 years old because of a non-consensual evil ritual, and my last act in my universe was the attempted genocide half a universe-
-and I'm curiously ok with that...
Everyone I allowed myself to love is dead, leaving me unbearably lonely, though I'm sure I'm incapable of loving again. And I blame myself for it entirely.
I try and distract myself by taking on as many hobbies, and helping people out, or else I might have to acknowledge that I think I may be losing my mind.
Also I'm over 300 years old because of a non-consensual evil ritual, and my last act in my universe was the attempted genocide half a universe-
-and I'm curiously ok with that...
I'm a shapeshifter and an assassin who enjoys killing, sometimes for money, mostly just because I like it. There's a trail of bodies, but you could spend a lifetime looking and not tie them to me.
So yes I've killed more people than the number of months I've been here, stolen money and other people's lives, intimidated, tortured...You name it I've either done it or will do it, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me.
So yes I've killed more people than the number of months I've been here, stolen money and other people's lives, intimidated, tortured...You name it I've either done it or will do it, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me.
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