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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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Comments

[whowillmourn]

That sounds like a wondrous idea and indeed the pinnacle of art itself—to communicate one's true experience, all the more so those ones which others cannot share any other way. Art transforms our feelings, our innermost experiences, our greatest privacies, and sparks experience and understanding in others, without such truly magical tools as sharing memories in dreams. It is a magic we can all reach for.

I am greatly familiar with the need to find the means to blunt strong emotion and the needs they inspire that do not represent what we want ourselves to be. the difficulty in so doing. In fact, words, if only to myself, are one of the ways I have long coped with that difficulty, one I was born with and have known all my life. I am glad to know they can help another and would be pleased to offer them when you should have need of them. You need not even say you have such need but only reach out, for this is always how I speak.

[survivalthroughhate]

It is also a way to create instead of destroy, something I was long denied in my life, even by own self. And it is a great challenge, for creating is far harder than destroying ever is. Now I can show how I feel without necessarily having to kill or maim, something I know everyone here is grateful for.

Someday you should write a book and put down such beautiful words for posterity. I know I would read it often.

[whowillmourn]

I have witnessed the destruction of my civilization, a fall from the peak of technology and advancement back to simpler times where what roads remain are dangerous and more difficult, isolating people again. Yet humans bravely face the struggle to build their own civilization, one more promising than that which predates them, for no matter the heights it reached, the way it treated people sewed its destruction, a fall that can be blamed on no others than those who held sway over it and supported it, all of vampire kind. I am no exception, for I too benefited under the old system, and my carriage, old as it is, is a vestige of those days. I too had to learn to demonstrate my emotions without the use of violence, and violence remains so easy an option that will always be there for us to pick up. The choice remains ours what to do, and to strive for better and find fulfillment there.

Your words hearten me dearly, for long have I wondered whether I shall matter too anyone once my time has come or whether I shall fade forgotten to dust. To think that someone wants a tangible representation of my thoughts and existence, so many times alone it would be a balm.

[survivalthroughhate]

You know, your description of what your world is like makes the way I view you in the Force make more sense. I don't think I've ever told you what you look like. But it's like seeing a blazing sun on the horizon with all sorts of colors stretching out around it. Yellows, oranges, reds, and pinks. But I could never tell if that sun was setting or rising. Now I think I know.

You only fade forgotten once the last person who remembers your name dies. So if you put words down for others to read, you shall remain immortal for a very long time.

[whowillmourn]

At over six thousand years old, I would be mildly surprised to learn my sun was rising. There have been vampires twice my age, it is true, but so many have died that I have passed more and more in age as vampires wane and humans wax. Less than ten thousand years vampires ruled supreme, and I doubt that shall happen again; nor would I want it, for I do not believe vampires superior to humanity, no matter our scientific accomplishments. It is beautiful to hear your description of me in the Force, a striking image, and should you ever feel moved to paint it, I would humbly enjoy gazing upon it.

What you say is true, and humans do much to bury vampires in the ground, not only their lives but their names and deeds and works. As the last of my family, I have become known only by that name, the rest irrelevant to them, remembered only in my heart and mind and with Sharon to some small extent too. If I should write in my own world, I should not sign my name but use another by which I may be remembered, one that is not a vampiric one, so that I may gain that new form of immortality. Yet that idea saddens me as well; is it not better to write as who I am, even should I be lost to history?

[survivalthroughhate]

Well, you've never told me how old you are. Just that you had lived a long time. What is the lifespan of vampires where you are from? You could be only at your midpoint. But I'm sure you know better than me.

Then I shall endeavor to paint what I see in my mind and give it to you as a humble present.

Were I in your shoes, I would want to be remembered for who I am rather than what I would like to be, but then, I am far younger and more inclined to want my name to be remembered no matter what the reason might be.

[whowillmourn]

A vampire who properly sees to their needs and is not cut down can live forever. In practice, something always happens, as certainly the fall of our civilization and the hunting of our kind into extinction bears true. With such dwindling numbers and increased isolation, the odds of carrying on endlessly decrease, and it begs the question whether or not it is worthwhile to put in such effort. For myself, I find value in seeing how humans recover and rebuild themselves, so that my struggles to survive are not in vain.

Most graciously and humbly appreciated.

How do you know who you are, and how do you ensure you are remembered for it and not for some version you've never been that lives in other people's minds? My name is but one part of me and not, perhaps, the most important part, even as it connects and ties to the entirety of my family before me. For now, I am the one who remembers them, yet when I am gone, that may become no one, either in name or nature. So I will consider the merits to the page which itself may one day be lost.