i dont know for sure but i might have been a manufacturer? if the name hyperion ever means anything to you lmk because i keep getting crap with that logo on it right now i am IN A SWEATER that says hyperion that gun i gave you? thats hyperion tech the gun i was using in the memory? hyperion colors hell i even owned the TRAIN i blew up that was full of robots in hyperion colors
i just remember a really awesome party where i was super rich and everybody really really really wanted to be my bffsie they were kinda desperate actually? i slapped a tray out of some guys hands for kicks but thats the only really dickish thing i remember doing and ive done crap like that here then the rest kind of turns into hookers and blow and gets fuzzy in that OD kinda way
That's not so much of a surprise. Wealth brings sycophants, Jack, and you're naturally charismatic on top of it. Of course they were desperate to be your friend; they likely hoped they could get on with you and somehow place a high position in your company.
A party like that would really only encourage it. I assume, anyway, I can't say that I've ever even seen cocaine.
yeah coke is great for parties so this other guy had great taste in party favors kicked the stuff a while back but damn do i miss it sometimes my thing used to be speedballs id prob be dead if it werent for angel being born
guy was v v clear about it being an orgy though kinda weird but whatever its better than some of the other flashbacks ive had
and btw the definition of rocktalk is people jamming out their feelings its like therapy but it sounds way cooler
[That's for all of that, really. There's nothing actually actively offensive, but it's a fairly good placeholder phrase while she tries to decide what to focus on.]
Before our conversation meanders a bit too much-- and I have a question about this other man's parties, by the way-- I do want to say that . . . yes, those recent memories are disturbing, and a bit horrifying, and I can't imagine having to wake up suddenly and recall all that, but . . . well. Context makes everything. And I think tearing oneself up over it without knowing context would be a foolish thing to do. Certainly the memory is indicative of something, but it isn't necessarily a horrible thing.
yeah you got a point i mean the guy did some stuff but i KNOW he did it for the greater good i can feel it ok maybe he had a disturbing amount of fun doing it but jeez they were like wild animals, ros, you shoulda seen em screaming about crap i cant even REMEMBER outside of like ILL ADD YOUR SPINE TO MY COLLECTION and shit? SPLIT THE FLESH, SALT THE WOUND I'M GONNA MAKE NIPPLE SALADS OUT OF YOU LET ME TASTE YOUR LOVELY SWEATBOX like fuck i dont even know what a sweatbox is supposed to be but that guy planned to taste the SHIT out of it
Yes, that's precisely the word I was thinking of as well, Jack.
[There's that phrase again, though. I can feel it, Ardyn had told her precisely the same thing. An unshakable faith in something, even though there's no real evidence backing it.]
Will you tell me if you remember more? I'd be quite interested in learning how a man goes from being a wealthy manufacturer to killing madmen in the desert.
yeah im gonna scream the salt one at the next halloween party itll probably get a great reception and yeah no prob id probably ring you up anyway youre one of the few people i can actually trust around here
and i remember something else i was using a really goddamn weird looking gun hyperion colors and all but seriously this thing made NO sense structure wise and the accuracy was for shit mostly i was also wearing abt four layers of clothes probably because they swooped dramatically in the wind that definitely sounds like a me thing
hey you think this means im totally sick with guns now?
"Am I good with them", that's what you're saying, is it? I should imagine so. Likely you'll be better the more you don't think about it; muscle memory will take over.
Re: that gun, could those additions be simply superficial?
now that i think about it it mightve been a stability thing? they looked like little wings and the recoil was nuts, but eventually centered once you got to that point the accuracy was incredible but jesus you had to empty a whole friggin clip into the wall before you got there THATS when the headshots started rolling in but this guy had some gun that had like a million bullets in its clip which kinda makes sense if hes still the ceo bossman at that point if i were me and powerful/rich i would def have the most badass gun available
thats the funniest part bc i have NO IDEA how that even works i know it works bc i had to reload once but somehow it just... worked its like this entire other place runs on bizarro world logic bc i also remember living ponies made out of diamonds and yes im very very sure they were diamonds
it was pretty alive yeah i mean i never SAW diamond ponies but i know without a goddamn shadow of a doubt that theyre real and theyve stolen my heart i want one for christmas
well JESUS whats the point of even being alive if i cant have a pony of some kind this christmas present better rock my socks bc if it doesnt ill be pissed
dont give ardyn more than one present itll go to his head and its already pretty fluffy lookin guy will law your ASS off but i think he got a restraining order against scissors or something anyway no give it to me i promise ill be a real good boy this year
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if the name hyperion ever means anything to you lmk because i keep getting crap with that logo on it
right now i am IN A SWEATER that says hyperion
that gun i gave you? thats hyperion tech
the gun i was using in the memory? hyperion colors
hell i even owned the TRAIN i blew up that was full of robots in hyperion colors
i just remember a really awesome party where i was super rich and everybody really really really wanted to be my bffsie
they were kinda desperate actually?
i slapped a tray out of some guys hands for kicks but thats the only really dickish thing i remember doing and ive done crap like that here
then the rest kind of turns into hookers and blow and gets fuzzy in that OD kinda way
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A party like that would really only encourage it. I assume, anyway, I can't say that I've ever even seen cocaine.
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kicked the stuff a while back but damn do i miss it sometimes
my thing used to be speedballs
id prob be dead if it werent for angel being born
guy was v v clear about it being an orgy though
kinda weird but whatever
its better than some of the other flashbacks ive had
and btw the definition of rocktalk is people jamming out their feelings
its like therapy but it sounds way cooler
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[That's for all of that, really. There's nothing actually actively offensive, but it's a fairly good placeholder phrase while she tries to decide what to focus on.]
Before our conversation meanders a bit too much-- and I have a question about this other man's parties, by the way-- I do want to say that . . . yes, those recent memories are disturbing, and a bit horrifying, and I can't imagine having to wake up suddenly and recall all that, but . . . well. Context makes everything. And I think tearing oneself up over it without knowing context would be a foolish thing to do. Certainly the memory is indicative of something, but it isn't necessarily a horrible thing.
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i mean
the guy did some stuff but i KNOW he did it for the greater good
i can feel it
ok maybe he had a disturbing amount of fun doing it but jeez they were like wild animals, ros, you shoulda seen em
screaming about
crap i cant even REMEMBER outside of like ILL ADD YOUR SPINE TO MY COLLECTION and shit?
SPLIT THE FLESH, SALT THE WOUND
I'M GONNA MAKE NIPPLE SALADS OUT OF YOU
LET ME TASTE YOUR LOVELY SWEATBOX like fuck i dont even know what a sweatbox is supposed to be but that guy planned to taste the SHIT out of it
wow those guys were assholes
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[There's that phrase again, though. I can feel it, Ardyn had told her precisely the same thing. An unshakable faith in something, even though there's no real evidence backing it.]
Will you tell me if you remember more? I'd be quite interested in learning how a man goes from being a wealthy manufacturer to killing madmen in the desert.
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and yeah no prob id probably ring you up anyway
youre one of the few people i can actually trust around here
and i remember something else
i was using a really goddamn weird looking gun
hyperion colors and all but seriously this thing made NO sense structure wise
and the accuracy was for shit mostly
i was also wearing abt four layers of clothes probably because they swooped dramatically in the wind
that definitely sounds like a me thing
hey you think this means im totally sick with guns now?
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Re: that gun, could those additions be simply superficial?
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they looked like little wings and the recoil was nuts, but eventually centered
once you got to that point the accuracy was incredible but jesus you had to empty a whole friggin clip into the wall before you got there
THATS when the headshots started rolling in
but this guy had some gun that had like a million bullets in its clip which kinda makes sense if hes still the ceo bossman at that point
if i were me and powerful/rich i would def have the most badass gun available
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Don't handguns like that typically only have a few rounds? How on earth did he manage to fit that many bullets into one gun?
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i know it works bc i had to reload once but somehow it just... worked
its like this entire other place runs on bizarro world logic bc i also remember living ponies made out of diamonds
and yes im very very sure they were diamonds
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i mean i never SAW diamond ponies but i know without a goddamn shadow of a doubt that theyre real and theyve stolen my heart
i want one for christmas
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this christmas present better rock my socks bc if it doesnt ill be pissed
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guy will law your ASS off but i think he got a restraining order against scissors or something
anyway no give it to me
i promise ill be a real good boy this year
;)
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