Memories

[asonoficeandfire]

Who: YOU
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: All of day 196

[ Need a distraction from every day life and trauma games? How about an awesome new memory instead? What could possibly go wrong?

Time to roulette and hope you don't get more trauma with your trauma. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well. That's a new kind of fridge horror.

Knowledge dying.

[forgottenmercy]

At least it, ah, is preserved in some form.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

How do you even print an undead book?

[forgottenmercy]

One of those books can, ah, be copied by hand. But then it would, ah, no longer be in the Great Library then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So if even one copy exists, it's a real boy.

[forgottenmercy]

[by now, he's used to the...somewhat nonsensical things Intensity says] That is, ah, correct...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He just keeps going and going and---]

Find out anything useful?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, have...much to think about.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not going to share. Well. That's understandable.

And how convenient that you can absorb multiple books in one sitting via memory.

[forgottenmercy]

It is, ah...somewhat related to what the others from my world learned while I was away. Only, ah, less...immediate.

It is, ah, rather convenient, yes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh right.

There's a gaggle of you forming, isn't there? How many are we up to now?

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, four, total.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that a good thing or bad thing for you?

[forgottenmercy]

As long as, ah, my husband does not suddenly appear...


...or, ah, Auspicious Willow, either, too.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

... Who's that last one?

[forgottenmercy]

Did you, ah, see the man in the memories I repurchased just now? The, ah, one that turned into a swan? Him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh. That guy.

Forgive me if I can't keep all the dipshits in your life straight. There's too many to count.

[forgottenmercy]

There are, ah, very many of those. Perhaps the next time I buy another memory there will even be another.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm going to start numbering them to tell them apart. Number one dipshit is obviously that waste of space formerly known as your husband. Swan-y over there can be dipshit number two.

[forgottenmercy]

At least you, ah, will not run out of numbers.

Besides, one is, ah, gold, and the other silver.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Don't want to get them mixed up with the volleyboys.

Pick another precious metal or gem.

[forgottenmercy]

...one is, ah, a swan, the other full of sunlight?