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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

Comments

[nomansundertaker]

God, you'd think he'd at least do mouth service to denying being horny.

[ Wolfwood stops to think about it, not simply be entertained and curious about the exchange. ]

That's not quite right. He lets people say anything about him.

[fogsong]

Lets people?

[nomansundertaker]

In Noman's Land, you could shoot someone for saying something you don't like. Plenty of people do.

[fogsong]

Gotta admit, that sounds like a shitty place to live. Good thing Vash isn't like them.

[nomansundertaker]

It wasn't much of a place to live. Barren planet. People trying to survive.

Vash is too good for that place.

[fogsong]

Is he too good for this place, too?

[nomansundertaker]

I haven't decided what I think about this place yet.

[fogsong]

What's your gut say?

[nomansundertaker]

It beats Noman's Land.

[ At least for him. ]

[fogsong]

I bet a lot of places would.

[nomansundertaker]

Oh sure, but I'm sure there's worse places out there too.

[fogsong]

For sure. There's always something worse out there.

[nomansundertaker]

What a comforting thought. Guess we always have some gratitude we can give in prayer at night.

[fogsong]

...Ew.

[nomansundertaker]

I have to sound like a priest sometime.

[fogsong]

Not around me you don't. That shit gives me flashbacks.

[nomansundertaker]

That sounds like you hate me. You hate me.

[fogsong]

As if. My hate is reserved for particularly heinous priests and priestesses. You're good.

For now.

[nomansundertaker]

Sweet. Nonspecifically heinous priest status, check.

[fogsong]

Think you can keep it that way?

[nomansundertaker]

I don't know. I've never done well trying to keep anyone happy with me. Don't bother trying these days.

[fogsong]

Don't sacrifice children for your religion or try to bring god back and you and I will be cool as a cucumber. I'm pretty simple to keep happy, really.

[nomansundertaker]

Ha, no worries there. I may have made a deal with the devil, but it was to save children, not sacrifice them.

[ At least, the ones at Hopeland Orphanage. Knives's people can surely find other kids. They've done it before. But hopefully it's harder. It takes more work. It takes fewer children. ]

[fogsong]

What were you saving them from?

[ She wants to ask about the deal, too, but that can come next. ]

[nomansundertaker]

Becoming monsters.

[ Like him. Like Livio. Like however many kids went before them. He'd never known what came of them, thought it was studying or the like, until he was chosen. ]