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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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The people in my community fought a long and hard battle against other survivors who thought that they could… force us to work for them, treat us like our lives didn’t matter at all. Our need to live as free people is what unites us, so I’m not sure ‘allowing’ is the right word. [ He takes a moment to think about the term K used to describe his situation, the photo-negative to living in Alexandria. Property. ] If you are part of the Law enforcement, does that mean you have a badge?

[ Curiosity is colouring his voice as he speaks and part of him hopes that K will have something on him, an ID or a badge. Solid proof. Not that Aaron needs it to believe K’s story about bioengineered androids – he already does. But part of him knows that he should be more cautious (knows that Michonne expects him to be much more cautious and stick to the protocol, for the safety of their community). She would ask for more than just his word.

For the first time since the beginning of their conversation Aaron takes the time to look at the surroundings, the white walls of the room they are currently in. The cool light the bright panels of the ceiling are emanating highlights the scars on K’s arm in an unfavourably way, but aside from that the artificial glow seems to morph the location into a completely empty space. Like a new page, white without any hints or traces.

Is it possible to leave this place? He doesn’t know (and he doesn’t really want to think about the possibility that they could actually be stuck in this amalgamation of realities, not when Gracie is out there somewhere, waiting for him to come home). ]

Your guess is as good as mine. I have no idea where we are or what kind of place this is—I thought it was an old factory. [ Because that’s exactly what the building looked like from the outside when he discovered it – like just another long-abandoned factory site, with windows dirtied to blindness and walls showing the unmistakable signs of decay and year-long neglect. ] But at least I think I know the way back to my… my reality?

[ And that is probably the only advantage of ten years of living in a post-apocalyptic world, that all the hunting and scavenging and fighting for your life would relentlessly sharpen the skills necessary to stay safe on unknown territory (or to read a person (or android) and decide whether they can be trusted or not).

Drawing a deep breath, he takes one last look at the heavily scarred skin of K’s arm, resisting the urge to reach out and trace the uneven lines that run up from wrist to elbow. To think that they could truly vanish, fade away like the colour from an old photograph… ]

I’m not sure if it is possible for you to make choices, any choices of your own. But if you don’t know your way back to your world, I think you should come along with me so that we can get you supplies. [ Because as endless as the labyrinth of corridors and rooms may be, there doesn’t seem to be a single source of nutrition. Or water. ] If you don’t want to stay for a while, I suppose. See what it’s like…

[ A glimpse of a free life, of what could be. Something real. ]

My original plan was to find my way back, and then seal or destroy the… the gateway or whatever this place is. [ Not just to stop potential invaders, but also to stop the virus from spreading into other realities or dimensions. ] Should we get out the same way I got in? I think it will be possible for us to block the entrance from my world, to make sure the walkers will stay where they belong. Maybe we can put up some warnings, too. For anyone who might take the same route as we do.

[ Securing the passage and making it as safe as possible without destroying K’s only chance to return. At least for a while.

The prosthetic creaks a bit like a knight’s armour as Aaron shifts and uses his right hand to bend the artificial elbow so that he can shoulder his backpack once again. Action to counter the brief surge of nervous energy. Taking an android from another dimension along to his zombie-infested home world probably isn’t the smartest decision he’s ever made, but it surely feels like it’s the right one. ]

Do you have a weapon? Anything to protect yourself?

[ If not, ‘weapon for K’ will get a spot on Aaron’s imaginary list of items they will have to search for in the corridors or rooms on their way out. Reaching for the knife he carries at the hip, Aaron turns to take one last look around.

An empty room. Just four white walls with four white doors. Now, which door is the right one? ]

All right...

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Kinda TL;DR - sorry! Also sorry for the wait <3