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So I know I overreacted the night before. I was a little pissed off and everything, but then I guess dying probably kinda does that for some people. Anyway, does that floating disembodied voice guy always leave right in the middle of a conversation? What a douche.
Anyway -- thanks to everybody that tried to be helpful. But seeing as how this room is pretty much my room exactly (which is kind of creepy, by the way -- nobody but me should know some of the minute details), there's really not much settling in I have to do. And while I don't really think I'm up for all this "redemption" stuff, I haven't got much better to do while I'm here besides at least have a look, right?
So...sorry for freaking out at some of you. You'll see me around.
Call me 21.
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Having read through the journals and taken a peek around, I've come to settle on three possible explanations for my current predicament:
1. Monstroso has secretly developed hallucination-inducing powers...maybe kind of like those demons in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Only I don't know why I'd be dreaming of this and -- I don't know, what my life would have been like if I stayed home through my teen years.
2. In the ensuing and EPIC battle between Monstroso, Brock Samson, and myself, I sustained massive head trauma and am now lying in a coma somewhere -- perhaps in a hospital, perhaps back at the cocoon, or perhaps even in some secret guild lab under Monstroso's office building. This would explain why there is at least one familiar place, my room. Therefore, all the people here that I seem to be recognizing from television and comics are clearly just figments of my imagination, my collective pop culture knowledge rising up as one to shield me from the worst damages to my brain. ...And how fucking cool is that? (I think there was a TV show like that a while back -- didn't last long. It was probably crappy. I dunno.)
3. Everything these people have told me about this place is true. I'm dead. And apparently in some strange nexus where anything and anyone I've ever fantasized as real really is real.
The first two options would definitely explain why I can't contact 24 anymore -- and it confirms he really was haunting me either way. If he were in my head, and all this were in my head, he'd be here now.
The third I'm still not so sure of. But just in case it is true, I need to be careful how I talk to some people. After all, if I say the wrong thing to one of them and they go home, how horribly am I going to mess up their time line?
I could unmake fandom as I know it.
Uncle Ben was right. Great power? Great responsibility.
Anyway -- thanks to everybody that tried to be helpful. But seeing as how this room is pretty much my room exactly (which is kind of creepy, by the way -- nobody but me should know some of the minute details), there's really not much settling in I have to do. And while I don't really think I'm up for all this "redemption" stuff, I haven't got much better to do while I'm here besides at least have a look, right?
So...sorry for freaking out at some of you. You'll see me around.
Call me 21.
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Having read through the journals and taken a peek around, I've come to settle on three possible explanations for my current predicament:
1. Monstroso has secretly developed hallucination-inducing powers...maybe kind of like those demons in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Only I don't know why I'd be dreaming of this and -- I don't know, what my life would have been like if I stayed home through my teen years.
2. In the ensuing and EPIC battle between Monstroso, Brock Samson, and myself, I sustained massive head trauma and am now lying in a coma somewhere -- perhaps in a hospital, perhaps back at the cocoon, or perhaps even in some secret guild lab under Monstroso's office building. This would explain why there is at least one familiar place, my room. Therefore, all the people here that I seem to be recognizing from television and comics are clearly just figments of my imagination, my collective pop culture knowledge rising up as one to shield me from the worst damages to my brain. ...And how fucking cool is that? (I think there was a TV show like that a while back -- didn't last long. It was probably crappy. I dunno.)
3. Everything these people have told me about this place is true. I'm dead. And apparently in some strange nexus where anything and anyone I've ever fantasized as real really is real.
The first two options would definitely explain why I can't contact 24 anymore -- and it confirms he really was haunting me either way. If he were in my head, and all this were in my head, he'd be here now.
The third I'm still not so sure of. But just in case it is true, I need to be careful how I talk to some people. After all, if I say the wrong thing to one of them and they go home, how horribly am I going to mess up their time line?
I could unmake fandom as I know it.
Uncle Ben was right. Great power? Great responsibility.
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I'm Shego, by the way.
Why NO, he's never watched Kim Possible in his life >.> Or written fanfiction.
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Has someone else done Floods, Ports & Other Barge Hellishness 101? Because it is not stuff you wanna learn by doing.
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People disappear sometimes. Wardens and Inmates. When they come back - if they come back - they may or may not remember ever having been here before.
If you get killed, again, it doesn't stick. Your Warden has to put in a request to the Admiral - which is just so wrong - but you get revived at the cost of being bedridden for a few days and sick for about a week.
Most of the Inmates and some of the Wardens are suffering from varying degrees of 'total whackjob crazy' but you could work that out for yourself.
There's probably other stuff. It's been a quiet couple weeks.
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But it's still really cool that they're hereSo you said the last stop was around Christmas. Can you tell me about how long ago that was?
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That means I missed the release of Mass Effect 2So there's likely to be another one anytime, right?
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I really seriously hope so.Maybe. Feels like it might be a little bit longer. I mean, don't quote me on any of this? I don't think I've been here long enough to pick out an actual pattern or anything - I've been here five months, and there's been....four or five floods, two ports and an attempted Borg takeover.
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Well, lemme see. I jumped my Warden, someone tried to kill me to feed a mirror, I've turned into my archfoe, and just a couple weeks agoWhoever told you that had the right idea. General responses after the fact range from 'laughing it off' to 'heavy drinking' to 'attempted suicide' depending on what exactly happened and how well you deal with your life getting completely screwed up for a few days. So my take on them would be that the Admiral is a sadistic misanthrope, but I'm not exactly known for having a sunny outlook.
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LOL icon twins.