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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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[ Sharon lets out a noise of discontent, wrinkling her nose. She very clearly doesn’t agree with him, but she didn’t drag him out here to debate the morality of killing monsters. He can not kill them. She will.

Still, that’s not even why they’re out here—as fun as that would be.

She gestures ahead to a ramshackle shed, half-swallowed by the sand but still standing. There's already graffiti featuring a cartoonish-looking fox with x'd out eyes. ] Voila! [ She drops her bag at the base. Several cans of spray paint roll out. ]

[He doesn't say anything else, but his body language immediately relaxes when it becomes obvious the topic is dropped. It's not even that he won't kill monsters- he will, if they attack! He just. Has an attachment in this instance to a very specific giant dog.

He does crack up at the sight of the graffiti'd fox, though.]

Is this one yours?

Yeah, like it? [ She is proud of her spraydoodle. ] I wanted it to properly convey my feelings about Thirteen in a simple, yet sophisticated way.

[ She flashes a quick smile, clearly talking out her ass. Doesn't that sound like something some hoity-toity would say? She grabs a can of paint—hot pink, fun. ] I'm trying to come up with a fun tag.

I think you nailed it.

[Definitely gets the vibe across. He studies the wall thoughtfully for a moment, debating options. Her can of hot pink gives him an idea.]

Can I do a Krang? Kinda like yours.

[He would love to properly convey his feelings about them.]

Fuck yeah, why not. [ She tosses him the can. ] Show me how you feel about those assholes.

[ She remembers when he spoke of them: the aliens that fucked the future. ] Maybe we can use them as target practice later.

[He gives the can a long, steady shake, then approaches the wall and starts with a big, very pink rectangle. The only good thing one can ever say about the Krang is that they're super easy to draw.]

I'd like that. I only have my chainstick on me, though.

[Considering the state of the shed, it wouldn't last very long. Maybe she's got something better.]

I was thinking more like firearms—not that I have one on me. Later, though. [ Sure, the shed wouldn't last. It's already being swallowed by the desert. Might as well help it along.

But after they've made plenty of targets on it. ] Are they all pink? [ The Krang, of course. ]

[He can do guns later. Might be even more cathartic than chainsaws. There's something appealing about the idea of destroying their faces slowly.]

I think so. I only ever saw the three of 'em. This colour's too bright and pretty for them, they're more like a gross "on the edge of a plague death" flesh shade. I should mix it with grey.

[He does his best to paint the nastiest, ugliest >:E alien face one can imagine on the wall.]

[ 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. ]

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