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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

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[matermali]

I cannot think of it as such. Were I truly asleep, this would not be my dream. I am not made for it.

Even were I, the idleness is maddening. I must have cause.

[ironypoisoned]

You're right. That's why I opened up my garage. Something to do, something to get outta bed for. Keeps the humors flowing. Or whatever it is humors are supposed to do. [ He's trying. ]

[matermali]

[ If only she were trying a little more. She is trying to...try. ]

You took your destructive power and made it a force for good. I am not certain that is possible for me. I wouldn't know how to be any different.

If you were told that it would be best for all, and were able, would you forget your knowledge of weaponry and technology?

[ironypoisoned]

[ Well this is an uncomfortable question. Mostly just because of his answer. ] Of course not. Eventually I'd need to know that kinda thing again. Even here, I believe that.

But trust me, I wasn't always a force for good. For a while I was a pretty solid force for bad.

[matermali]

Nor do I think I could forget.

[ The candid response is comforting. ]

Your passion shifted. Something happened to make it so.

Perhaps I only keep hoping for something to happen. To find a different passion.

[ironypoisoned]

Sometimes you gotta go out and FIND a new passion.

I was always good at developing weapons, so- It made sense to use that talent for the good of the world, instead of to line my pockets.

...And, also, lining the pockets of my right-hand man when he sold those weapons out the backdoor to anyone who could pay. Under my nose, I might add.