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the USERNAME meme

Journal names. They're something we all think about, and that we often try to make as fittingly torturous to our characters as possible. Isn't it nice that our characters never have to know they're wandering around with that horrible label attached to them?

...wouldn't it be fun if they did?

RULES

1 Your character is communicating with others through a journal community, just like how we're using them, and they are perfectly aware of that fact. Whether they think that's normal or not is totally up to you.

2 The also know that when they signed on to this community, they were automatically assigned a name that supposedly has something to do with their personality and/or history. They didn't have any say in what that name was going to be, they're just stuck with it.

3 Make a post with your character's reaction to seeing what their own username is. Do they think it fits? Do they hate it with a passion? Are they downright confused?

4 Comment to other people's posts with your character's reactions to everyone else's usernames. If they know the other character, they might have good reason to laugh at them or feel sorry for them. If they don't, this could lead to some pretty interesting first impressions, don't you think?

5 If you want to use a name that's different from your actual journal name, just mark that in your post. No need to create a whole new journal just to make your character's life worse for one meme. ;)

6 PROFIT!

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And then you get killed.

Precisely.

Can't say your death made me sad. [SINCE YOU KILLED HER TRIBUTES.]

Edited 2012-08-12 01:22 (UTC)

I doubt anyone much cared.

My mentor might have -- another cautionary tale. Another lesson on what a tribute shouldn't be. On how thhey shouldn't face death.

About how stupid it is to not just fucking kill someone the moment you have them?

Perhaps. Though that was good showmanship.

More likely -- how a tribute from District Two should die fighting and proud. Not screaming for someone to help.

Just what a peacekeeper would think. Your true nature always comes out when your about to die though.

Edited 2012-08-12 01:43 (UTC)

He came.

[She was sure the Gamess had shhown that. But she had to actually say it. That had surprised her, even then.

He'd called back, run to her side. Kept close, at least for a moment or two. She couldn't be sure how long it'd taken for her to die.]

Too late.

It was too late even before I screamed.

True, because you were too arrogant.

I was a Career.

Was being the key word. It's not every year one of you wins. I won.