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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!

Comments

[forcecalls]

[Oh hello, himself. He can make a good guess around when you must be from, and lbr another him existing who's still like that is... horrifying. But also a little amusing in context, sorry not sorry.]

Maybe they'll let you change that in, oh, another year or two.

[forcefullyunstable]

[a future self? Sure, that’s how the Force works.]

You mean when the Resistance is destroyed, Hux learns who’s boss and the scavenger is ruling by my side where she belongs? Of course! That IS what happens, right?

[forcecalls]

[Oh boy. He would be lying if he said this wasn't painful to have to remember. Somehow more frustrating to realise it's not far enough back for him to try to convince the other one that killing his dad isn't going to be the best idea.]

Not exactly. Though Hux is dead and Rey is with me, so you have a couple of things part right.

[forcefullyunstable]

[unfortunately, this version is somewhere between killing the man that conceived him and not yet killing the man that groomed and manipulated him. Don’t ask about Mom. He doesn’t want to talk about Mom.]

That doesn’t make any sense.

Past the Hux is dead part. That part makes perfect sense. Someone has to answer for Starkiller Base! Better him than me.

[forcecalls]

[No argument there. Ben still doesn't want to talk about Mom.]

...do you still have your mask?

[forcefullyunstable]

...Still? Don’t ask me how. When I woke up in medical, it was there.

I know the Supreme Leader despises it. He always has and always will. But right now, even knowing the Hux is going to take the fall, showing my face is still something I’d rather just... not do.

[forcecalls]

Hux isn't going to take the fall. Not for that.

[It's amazing how exactly he knows where the other one is from this little conversation. So much happened then. He's really not sure how much he should say about any of it but-]

Look. This is going to sound strange, but pretty soon, Rey is going to be there with you and ask you to stop an attack on the Resistance. You should listen to her.

[forcefullyunstable]

Well, you exist, which means the Supreme Leader didn’t blame me... wait. WHAT?! Is this some kind of a kriffing joke?!

A+ icon there

[forcecalls]

[Flatly.]

It's not.

So appropriate

[forcefullyunstable]

Rey. Is coming here. To ask me to stop attacking the Resistance? And you want me to say YES?!

[there’s enough stunned silence, you can probably hear his brain breaking through the Force.]

The kriffing bowcaster wound is infected, that’s it. That’s what’s going on. The kriffing thing’s gone septic, and this is just some sort of feverish delusion... because if you really were me, you’d know WHY I CAN’T DO THAT!! Just like why I can’t go back!

[forcecalls]

[He can practically feel it.]

Not yet, that's not really why she'll come, and yes that's what I'm saying.

I know you think you can't. I was you, and I didn't. But I should have.

[forcefullyunstable]

That... that doesn’t make any sense!

I KILLED MY FATHER! It’s far too late to EVER go back!

[forcecalls]

[The first part is true. The second part isn't. Hearing it is as good as a punch in the gut, for how it affects him. He remembers saying those words. Repeating them to himself like a damned mantra.]

You like telling yourself that.

[forcefullyunstable]

[but everything is true from a certain point of view.]

I don’t know if I like it. But I have to keep saying it! If I believe it, then the Supreme Leader will believe it... and the pain I feel will stop like it’s supposed to.

[forcecalls]

It won't. It won't stop.

[It will never, ever stop, no matter how many things he might do to make up for it.]

And Snoke knows it.

[forcefullyunstable]

He said it would stop. He promised.

[cue mutual flashbacks of To Catch Predator: Galactic Edition]

[forcecalls]

[You bet that's a mutual flashback. His gut twists with an anger that he'd previously reserved for, well, everything else.]

Has it ever made anything better?

[forcefullyunstable]

OF COURSE IT HAS!!

...Well, better than anyone else ever has.

[forcecalls]

[Why is he subjecting himself to being reminded of being like this, it is a mystery.]

Right. You don't know her well yet.

[forcefullyunstable]

[Because damn it, letting the past die is hard. You know that.]

The scavenger?! Are you kidding me?! In case you haven’t noticed, she made a lot of things worse! She got away, with the map to Skywalker, with MY grandfather’s lightsaber and more power than she knows. And she slit my kriffing face open!

...which, hold on a second. The Supreme Leader forbade the use of bacta. The medics said this was permanent. If you’re me, where’s your scar?!

[forcecalls]

She healed it.

[forcefullyunstable]

What? WHY?!

[there’s the sound of his brain breaking again,]

[forcecalls]

[He does actually derive some minor enjoyment from watching his counterpart's mind metaphorically explode.]

She cares. Not yet, for you. But she will.

[forcefullyunstable]

But YOU said... OH FOR KRIFFS SAKE. She’s not, like, my long lost sister or something is she? I know Dad was never around...

[forcecalls]

[...help.]

No. She's not.