The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

No. Only do it if Tom would.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

He would, if he could get his hands on the memories.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

*smirks* Make it happen. We'll say Narrator Star gave him the means.

Edited April 9, 2019 by Shard of Thought

[+Doomstick he/him]

8 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Narrator Luna poked Narrator Xino.

HE DID!!!!!!!!!!

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

*smirks* Make it happen. We'll say Narrator Star gave him the means.

It would depend on whether Nialliv had gotten to Calamity first or not.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Narrators can rewrite time, can they not? It doesn't matter. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

The serum tasted overpoweringly sweet, but not sickeningly so. Its power washed through Thought, bringing new memories with it. New memories- but somehow, they belonged, as though they had been stolen, and were only now returning to their rightful place.

Unfortunately, there were too many. Three thousand years of memories do not fit easily into one mortal mind. They threatened to tear her apart, leaving nothing but a jumbled mess behind.

Somewhere deep within her, she felt a resolve begin to crystallize. She would not let go. She could not let go.

Instead, she pushed the extraneous memories out of the way, letting them fade to mere echoes of their former potency. She relaxed on the bed as things began to sort themselves out, coming back one by one. Slowly but surely, she began to fit together who she was. She remembered her name- Tamika Satrebil. She remembered Samika, and Nialliv. Ralvon, Tom- especially Tom- and Aurora. A quest to find a way to defeat death itself. Success- and a failure. Arguments and fighting- but also agreement and cooperation, laughing and fun. A group of friends, so tightly knit together it seemed nothing could break them apart.

And then she remembered what had broken them. And more importantly, who.

[Lunamor she/her]

Meanwhile, Butt was balancing atop a lightning rod whilst holding a pineapple.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

The serum tasted overpoweringly sweet, but not sickeningly so. Its power washed through Thought, bringing new memories with it. New memories- but somehow, they belonged, as though they had been stolen, and were only now returning to their rightful place.

Unfortunately, there were too many. Three thousand years of memories do not fit easily into one mortal mind. They threatened to tear her apart, leaving nothing but a jumbled mess behind.

Somewhere deep within her, she felt a resolve begin to crystallize. She would not let go. She could not let go.

Instead, she pushed the extraneous memories out of the way, letting them fade to mere echoes of their former potency. She relaxed on the bed as things began to sort themselves out, coming back one by one. Slowly but surely, she began to fit together who she was. She remembered her name- Tamika Satrebil. She remembered Samika, and Nialliv. Ralvon, Tom- especially Tom- and Aurora. A quest to find a way to defeat death itself. Success- and a failure. Arguments and fighting- but also agreement and cooperation, laughing and fun. A group of friends, so tightly knit together it seemed nothing could break them apart.

And then she remembered what had broken them. And more importantly, who.

4

Thought's tensed muscles slowly began to relax. She... she remembered. Adonalsium, she remembered. The amount of information gave her a headache, but the bliss that was comprehension made up for that. She glanced at Tom and smiled, hoards of emotions coming upon her. "Oh, my. I missed you." Her memories of AJ seemed so distant now. She remembered loving him but it seemed worlds away. Tamika and Thought were not the same. That much was obvious to her now. But along with the happiness at finally understanding the world around her came an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had betrayed them. She knew why - her Shard had blinded her. Was this how AJ had felt about the things he had done under Calamity's direction? She still wished even now that she could have touched his mind as a Shard. He was beautiful within. She could see that without her Shard. Had he understood that? But really, what had she understood? There was still so much missing. And now that she remembered who she was, she felt her constant companion once more; the pain of never being good enough. Her mind was trying so hard to process it all. She didn't know whether to laugh or to scream or to cry out at the pain. The only thing she had decided was that she wished she had never drunk that potion.

[+Doomstick he/him]

6 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

 The only thing she had decided was that she wished she had never drunk that potion.

It tasted bad, so she had some cream tea to wash away the flavor

[whattheHoid she/her]

Then she had some cake to go with the tasty tea.

[Lunamor she/her]

It was pineapple flavored.

Mwahahahahaha

[+Doomstick he/him]

and upside-down

[Lunamor she/her]

And a volcano.

[+Doomstick he/him]

and sadness

[whattheHoid she/her]

And happiness!

[BitBitio he/him]

And nonsensicality ytdhhjh,kfhyfhjmkh.;lkfjkl,htuyiuoyityf

[whattheHoid she/her]

It kept going...ajddkkvksanndn jkckkwjnxjksjjj jjsjjdjcjjkakjs!

[xinoehp512 he/him]

All this made the cake a Chaotic Cake.

[Jaywalk he/him]

A Chaotic Neutral cake.

[Ghanderflaffle she/her]

A Controlled Chaotic Neutral cake.

[MacThorstenson he/him]

16 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Meanwhile, Butt was balancing atop a lightning rod whilst holding a pineapple.

Uncle Brandy Chucked oranges at him until he fell.

[Lunamor she/her]

14 minutes ago, MacThorstenson said:

Uncle Brandy Chucked oranges at him until he fell.

Chucked was short for Chucked Norrised, which meant that he roundhouse kicked the oranges into Butt’s face.

[whattheHoid she/her]

Butt was sad that Uncle Brandy was picking on him again and called up Elend Venture to vent.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

His cousin didn't pick up, unfortunately, being dead.