TFLN

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[kyley_b]

...I'm six foot two, Helga.

[oldbetsy]

Doi, I've got eyes you know.

[She gestures her pizza slice at him.]

I'm talking about one Arnold Shortman, a guy with the chronic problem of wanting to be there for everyone all the time.

[kyley_b]

Oh.

I'm not THAT bad, am I? Like... I actually think I tend to be a little selfish, if anything.

[oldbetsy]

That's a load of crap and you know it.

[kyley_b]

It is not!

[oldbetsy]

[Helga leans over now, tapping Kyle on the nose.]

Okay then, bucko. Tell me one thing you've done recently that you'd classify as selfish. And it better not be asking for seconds at the dinner table.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle frowns and thinks.]

Well not lately, I've been too busy babysitting!

[oldbetsy]

[For a moment Helga isn't quite sure who he would be babysitting. She's seen ... like, maybe one kid that wasn't some kind of animal? Or well more than that this month ... oh wait.

She draws back, studies him a moment and then both corners of her lips quirk upward.]

Woah, geeze, Mister Selfish over here giving up his time to babysit a bunch of kids. Tell me more about how dastardly and selfish you are, good sir.

[kyley_b]

I hate you.

[He doesn't. He sips his wine.]

I've been better, here. I think. But I still don't think I'm bending over backwards too much.

[oldbetsy]

Your type never does.

[She sighs out and leans back against her kitchen countertop again.]

Arnold was just as bad. He'd have babysitted all those kids, given advice to a dozen or so people in memories and probably baked them all cookies after. If there was ever a visage of boyscout personified it was Arnold.

[And yet she talks about him with this very wistful smile.]

[kyley_b]

Yeah, well... I only made cookies a handful of times.

[It's impossible to miss that smile, but Kyle is also smart enough to not bug her about it.]

I think he sounds great.

[oldbetsy]

[Helga snorts.]

You would.

[kyley_b]

I think YOU think so, too. [He can only resist so much.]

[oldbetsy]

[There she goes again, about to open her mouth and deny things she know don't need denying. You'd think she'd have left the habit back in high school at the very least.]

Yeah, well. Arnold's like a force of nature, you can't help but like him.

[kyley_b]

I know that feeling.

Hey. Pataki. You are, too.

[oldbetsy]

[For a moment she just looks confused.]

I am what.

[... Oh. She goes scarlet.]

Ah shut up, Broflovski.

[kyley_b]

[He just eats his pizza. Smugly.]

[oldbetsy]

Oh wipe that smug look off of your face. Criminy, harassed in my own home.

[In front of her pizza no less.]

[kyley_b]

Uh huh.

[Still smug.]

You ever think we might be here because we need to learn to be less self critical? I mean, as one reason, anyway.