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[folkie]

Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's 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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[hippie_ninja]

Oh.

[What do you even say to this? It's both creepy and funny]

How long were you in the military?

[untitledshuos]

25 or 432 years depending how you look at it. I was dead after the first 25.

[hippie_ninja]

Do the other centuries count then? Were you aware of them?

[untitledshuos]

I was a revenant. Being dead didn't make me any less sentient or aware.

[hippie_ninja]

[that sounds like a special kind of hell]

I'm sorry.

What did being a revenant mean, exactly...?

[untitledshuos]

For me, I was classified as a weapon and locked up in the Black Cradle until they needed me. I was then anchored to a host, a military officer of some promise who'd also crossed politics/religion the wrong way or was otherwise considered disposable. They were the only person who could interact with me, hear me, or anything else. All I could do was advise. Since they were desperate enough to wield me, they listened when push came to shove. We won. I'd get put back in my box, and they'd kill my anchor.

I don't come from a nice place.

No longer a revenant. Shit happened. But that's that.

[hippie_ninja]

Where I'm from the dead don't stay dead. They reanimate to eat the living.

[So he'd been a tad nervous hearing that? But now he just feels...a few things. Mostly glad that's not Jedao's fate now.]

[untitledshuos]

That's a problem given everyone dies.

Generally it's not the dead/undead you have to worry about where I'm from. The living cause enough problems.

[ Underplaying both Kujen's role setting up the heptarchate, which became the hexarchate and his role in taking it down. Still, they're only two people. The acts of millions and billions of others did more in total. ]

[hippie_ninja]

Yeah...the dead outnumber the living millions to one.

But the living can be a problem, too. All those same old human instincts that kick in when things are scarce, you know?

[This is bleak] Thankfully there's plenty of coffee to go around here.

[untitledshuos]

The living making the dead a problem. Bad cycle.

You're out of it now. One of the best things about being here. No matter how shit home is, you're away from it. Folkmore's no utopia, but it sure beats my home.

It hasn't run out of coffee yet to my knowledge.

[hippie_ninja]

[thankfully. Yeah he is earnestly grateful to be here.] It's no utopia but I'd rather be here than there, any day, yeah.

Tell me about your home?

[untitledshuos]

It might spoil your enjoyment of your latte. You want to finish that first?

It's worse than most places I've heard about here. Easily.

[hippie_ninja]

I've got a strong stomach. Tell me whatever you're comfortable with.

CW: references to murder, mass murder, and torture

[untitledshuos]

Folkmore's a nice place. You still only get the Folkmore edition.

My universe has thousands of worlds spread across space. High tech options like faster than light travel's known as exotics. To get exotic technology to work, society has to live by a calendar designed to make exotic technology to work. This isn't a general make technology work calendar. Different polities have different calendars and different tech.

Calendars include everything from the length of a minute, hour, day, week, month, year, etc to special rituals that take place every day. Generally these special days/rituals are tied to events that cause calendrical spikes in your favor (like a battle you win). Everyone in society has to live by these calendars even if it means living at odds to the natural turning of the planet. A bit weird, but so far so tame.

Trouble is, pretty much every society has built their calendars around ritual torture. Not merely execution. Torture. Like fire through someone's veins that takes hours to kill them. Not merely one person. But every planet. Every major spaceship. Thousands of people being tortured this way for this one day every year. Everyone else must come and watch and repeat the prayers etc. If they don't, the calendar breaks down. If you don't, you're the next heretic to get tortured.

People rebel all the time, but the heretics (as they're called) are as bad as the state government. They simply have a different calendar and torture people in different ways. I'd know, I've put them down enough times. That's one of the shittiest parts of being military. Seeing all the new ways people come up with being horrible to each other and the new horrible forms of technology they come up with.

That's the nicest way I can put it.

[hippie_ninja]

[That's a lot to take in. He's very quiet, his coffee warm between his hands, thinking.]

It sounds like there's no way to exist there if you don't want to harm other people. No matter what you have to be complicit.

[He knows a thing or two about that. It's how his world is too, leaving him to find little rebellions here and there, to spare who he can. To be someone he can live with.]

You said you were a weapon. I can't imagine what that must have been like.

How jarring it must have been to end up here instead.

[untitledshuos]

That's true, and that's where just about everyone left it.

[ He doesn't particularly want to explain his over four hundred year long treason/heresy. One that worked out and only involved dying twice and committing horrific atrocities that make him as complicit as everyone else. More so. ]

That's fine. I don't want people to be able to imagine it.

Extremely, but I'll take it.