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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.

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[ Please hold as she scrounges in her bag, tossing various cans out without much care. ] Figures they couldn't even be pretty as they fucked humanity. [ HUFF.

She tosses a couple of cans to his feet. A light gray, a dark gray, and a baby salmon. ] Those help at all?

Made it easier to try and stab their faces.

[Cutting up pretty things is less satisfying. Which is wrong, he knows to an extent, but it is what it is.

He crouches down, brightening as he picks up the salmon and light grey.]

Oh yeah, these are way better! I can do it with this.

[He goes about correcting the colours, re-painting the ugly Krang in a now ugly pink-grey spray blend.]

[ She digs around until she finds a rusty orange and gets started on something that looks vaguely... monster-y. She takes note of his techniques as she works. ]

Wow, that makes them look way uglier. Eugh.

[His technique isn't bad, really. He only got to learn spray-painting from Mikey for a handful of weeks on their mural project, but he's been learning to paint traditionally for over a year now, so he's at least got some good colour theory under his belt.]

Yeah, they're nasty. You should see when they spread their goo to infect what's around them. They end up with claws, extra teeth, and tons of eyeballs- even inanimate objects! Back in New York sensei and I got chased by an infected subway car.

[ She makes a few mental notes as she watches. He does things she wouldn’t have thought of, little techniques that stand out. Her own experience with spray paint has always been a learn-as-you-go process, and she's still figuring things out. ]

—wait, wait, a fucking subway car? [ Equal parts horrified and fascinated. The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. There is no way she’d ever want to face something like that. ] How do you even stop something like that?

[ Three tons of metal barreling after you? Absolutely not. ]

[Whatever can be said about Michelangelo, he knew what he was doing with a spray can in hand. Casey had a solid teacher.]

I don't know! I sure wasn't able to. It had us cornered, and then the ground collapsed under us and we fell into the tunnel below. I guess it couldn't chase us? I woke up under some rubble, didn't see where it went.

[The base of the Krang is reasonably done, so he switches colours to the grey and paints out the box-shape of a bent, mutated subway car.]

Fucking lucky. [ she mutters as her monster takes shape—an amalgamation of two mannequin lower halves stitched together at the waist. It stands hunched and reaching. ]

I once got knocked out cold by a guy who transformed into a monster right in front of me. [ She tilts her head, stepping back to take in the full effect of her work. She didn't like the bend to it. ] Just smashed me straight through a wall. [ Her tone is flat, but there’s a flicker of old irritation beneath it. ] He was a real asshole.

[ Priests always are. ]

[He peers at the melded mannequin painting with wide-eyed surprise, though considering he grew up with an entire world filled with alien body horror, he's not as mortified as one might expect under normal circumstances.]

Wow... sure sounds like it. But he didn't eat you or anything? Just left you there?

[That's lucky, too...!]

Most monsters back home didn’t eat people. They just wanted to kill. But not him. Leonard... he still had some of his faculties, I think. He picked me up—was gonna take me to his daughter. Or maybe lock me in one of the asylum rooms to be tortured. [ It could’ve gone either way, but she’s pretty sure he meant to take her to the sanctuary to be ritualized. ]

I managed to rip something out of his chest before he could, though. He just... collapsed into dust. [ That had been luck. Truthfully, she’s had a lot of luck. ] Do the people the Krang get ahold of end up all weird like the subway car?

Ugh... the Krang were like that, too. Either kill or infect. It's such a waste. That's really messed up, what you went through... I'm really glad you got away.

[Even if she's alive here and it's technically irrelevant now, it matters in the long run, if you ask him.]

Krang infections are like, forced mutations on things and people that already exist, they don't make you into something different. So a Krang subway car was a subway car originally. People just become Krang zombies, they get freaky limbs, and grow spikes and extra eyes, but they're still mostly what they started out as.

Thanks, me too. [ It would've been a real bummer to get taken about by Leonard Fucking Wolf. ]

So... Krang zombies are just nightmare material? Got it. [ No, really, Casey. ] You really grew up dealing with some crazy shit.

[That gets a bark of laughter out of him, as he adds a huge pink tongue and a set of nasty teeth to the subway car monster. Ohhh, he knows. He absolutely knows.]

Sure did. S'why I have weird ideas about what's normal. Maybe part of why we get along?

[Like, yeah, they might clash here and there about random stuff like whether or not to kill wolves. But Sharon understands the Weird Shit. She has a different kind of cadence to her "what the fuck"s.]

You might be right about that. [ She smiles in agreement. It's not like she's ever known normal. Seen it on tv, read about it in books, but lived it? ]

One person's normal is another person's weird, Casey. [ And weird is their normal. ]

Not wrong there. Like, this is normal! [He gestures towards the pink monstrosities.] But apparently there's taxes? I already hate taxes.

[ Monstrosities? Normal! Taxes? Hateable. ] You and me both.

You know, I used to want other people's normal so badly. It seemed boring and... and safe. I was jealous of everyone who got to live a life without constantly being on edge. But I think I would've hated it.

Really? Even if it would've been peaceful?

[The chaos in retrospect is so... hmm. It's a surprise for him, definitely.]

I think I'd get bored. [ She admits with a laugh. Even Folkmore can be a bit too peaceful for her taste. It can be nice, but she craves chaos. ]

Mm... I might've been, too. But I wouldn't have hated feeling safe. That part's nice.

[Doing something like this on the surface in his world would have been impossible.]

[ She's quiet a moment, focusing on the monster, adding a finishing touch. Chris always made her feel safe—well, as safe as he could. When he was home, she slept easier.

But that's not the same as feeling truly safe. As being safe. ] Yeah... Maybe. But I think if I was ever safe, or normal, my life wouldn't be—I don't think I'd be me.

[ How much can the circumstances of your past change before you become a different person? Strangely enough, that scares her a bit. ]

[Casey makes a thoughtful noise, switching colours again to add an outline. The ugly beast really pops. The monster she's created fits in with the motif, too; it could totally be a Krang zombie, a fusion of disgust and humanity. Maybe with a few more pairs of eyes scattered on the merged limbs.

Sort of discomforting, how such a horrifying mural could make him think so much of home, but that sure is the life they've lived.]

...Yeah. I know I wouldn't. I can't say I'd trade the past.

[Doing that would erase the family he knew. It wouldn't be worth that.]

[ They're a right pair standing before a strange mural that reminds them of home. It's no wonder some days Sharon prefers the familiar horror of the Otherworld to the usual calm of Folkmore. ]

It makes me feel selfish. [ Under her breath. ] But it's so stupid to feel that way. It's not like we can change anything now. At least we got something good out of it all.

I don't think it's selfish. I don't think it's stupid, either.

[He peers at the mural for a long moment, then goes to switch colours, poking through the bag until he finds a nice green. He's going to start painting a turtle.]

I've had a lot of conversations about this kind of thing, with Rue, and Hunter mostly. I used to think- maybe it's selfish to want this world or this life, when people are suffering here too, or when my family died to get me here. Shouldn't I be working harder, instead of messing around, doing fun things or going to school? It's normal kid stuff, I get that, but I've never been normal. I used to train and fight every day. What if I slack off too much, and someone gets hurt? That felt selfish.

[He draws the long curve of a turtle shell. They're facing the Krang monster, one arm lifted defiantly.]

It's not, though. I'm trying to get better at remembering that. How I feel is how I feel. Who I am is who I am. So... it's not stupid to feel like it's selfish, sometimes. But it isn't selfish. Both of those are "me".

[ Sharon swings wildly between accepting the past for what it is and despising every choice she ever made—choices born from a desperate need to love, to be loved, and to lash out in revenge. She’s come to accept that this conflict will always live inside her. It’s hard not to, when you’re one soul split into two people who became two very different women. One, consumed by anger. The other, moved by love. Somehow, they coexist within her.

She listens to Casey. He’s a sharp kid, especially when it comes to emotions. As the turtle takes shape, she notices the mural shifting in a new direction, and a smile grows. ] I hope one day I’m as sure of that as you are. [ Maybe she never will be, but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop trying. ]

[Turtle's getting a blue mask and scarf now. Might be a liiiittle specific.

He smiles a bit shyly at her comment, feeling very seen in the moment. A year ago he wouldn't be near as steady, but even he knows he's come a long, long way.]

It comes and goes. I think you're sure of a lot of things.

[ Sharon has a feeling that she knows which turtle that's meant to represent. Parents were always their kids' first hero.

His shy smile receives one in return. ] Some things. [ It's hard to see where she is selfish, and where she isn't. ] I'm sure of when I hate someone, and doubly sure when I love someone. I'm sometimes sure of myself. [ She begins to add her own pyramid-headed hero to the mural, ready to slice through the monsters. ] I'm sure I could kick the ass of at least half of the Star Children in Folkmore, too.

[ A flash of her teeth, all false cockiness. ]

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