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Alright everyone, now that you've had a week to get adjusted to the retrospec life by doing whatever the hell some stupid bingo card tells you to, It's time for some stranger on the internet with an inflated sense of self-importance to tell a cautionary tale as a thinly veiled excuse to fill out a spot on a bingo card. If you couldn't care less, go look for THE FUN BINGO PART a couple of paragraphs down.

By now I'm sure you've been told up and down about the hallucinomemories and the fact that you can undergo some physical changes, and if you haven't, well, now you have. And don't get me wrong, some of them are awesome. But you can also remember some pretty nasty stuff. Personally, I've remembered drowning in some lake after getting my ass beat. Or almost drowning, I guess, since I'm assuming (or hoping) I didn't just up and die before I hit puberty. I'm pretty sure memories like those are in the minority, but the fact of the matter is that you can remember some pretty disturbing stuff. It's good at getting in your head. Or sometimes the memories themselves aren't too bad, but you'll sit there wondering how the hell you could ever do something like that. Or maybe it's the reverse, and you wish you had the guts to do any of it.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say you're actually your freaky counterpart or that the end is nigh or anything like that. In fact, I'm a pretty firm believer of the opposite. I'm not letting a handful of memories and some changes to my body decide what I want to do. All I'm saying is to watch out and be prepared for upsetting stuff you might not want to deal with. Talk to your friends about it. Don't try to take it on alone like some tough guy. Go to Fai's support group. Or don't. Do whatever you want, really. Maybe you won't even get any bad memories back, but there's your fair warning and friendly advice.

Anyway, now that I'm done preaching what I won't practice:

--> THE FUN BINGO PART <--

I realize some of you are looking for siblings to hang out with, so look no further than Toushiro Hitsugaya, who will absolutely murder me for suggesting this. He's a really good kid. The cool guy type, you know? He's a damn genius and he's athletic to boot. You should see him when he ice skates. But he's a little shy and has a hard time having fun, so you should all go drag him out to the movies or arcade or something, whether it's out of a genuine heartfelt desire to meet him or to fill out another slot on your bingo card. Just know that if you hurt him, I'll pulverize you.

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you're dead

DEAD

Called it.

What was it that set off your memory of your (hopefully near-) death experience? If it's all right to ask. I understand if you'd prefer not to discuss it at length.

I'd like to tell you it was something cool or tragic, but it was just the ice bucket challenge.

[...Because of course it was.]

[... Makes his TV memory look like a baby. Jeez.]

I didn't know you had a brother. [He doesn't know a lot about Silver.] May I borrow him, then? I'd like to complete this square, and obtaining embarrassing stories from a vengeful source would be a pleasant bonus.

[Let the pleasant boy take your brother out!!!!]

You know?
I can't stand you, so he'd probably love you.
Yeah, sure, go nuts.
The standard mess with him and I'll wreck you clause still applies, of course.

...In fairness, I can see how that would inspire hallucinomemories of imminent death. I'm sure it feels like imminent death to begin with, already.

I'm not sure if it was the imminent death so much as the ice. The lake was completely frozen over.
I don't know. It could be both, I guess.

Oh. Well.

Yes, that would do it too, I suppose. I presume you fell through the ice of the frozen-over lake, then?

TLDR Can I have the bullet points version?

-hey kids, some of the memories are going to suck, go talk to your friends about it
-some vague acknowledgement that I'm sort of a hypocrite
-go hang out with my brother if you need the damn bingo slot, he needs more friends

Something like that.

I mean, the more complicated answer is that some freaky dude in a mask on some tiny christmas bird made a glacier and sunk me with that, in the interest of honesty.

Sorry, I really want that damn bingo slot.

Let me guess. Something about telling a stranger about an awkward Retrospec memory?

That and the difficult memory one. It's much easier to share a difficult memory with people that aren't going to be sad about it.

I see. Then in the interest of fairness...

[...]

When I was young, I liked to make believe that there was a fantasy kingdom in the tallest branches of the sakura tree that grew in our yard, and only I could reach it and perceive it because I was the Chosen One.

Which was all well and good, until the Chosen One climbed too high and realized he didn't know how to get back down again.

That's quite the impressive essay you have there. Thank you for the message.

Onto other important matters, what does your brother thing of going to see a movie? It's a private place if he doesn't feel like talking.

Why would you do that

Oh, I can tell you those right now if you want me to.

Depends on what movie it is.

It's a one time thing. If you don't like anyone, tell them to suck it and leave. If you do, you've got someone new to hang with. You can knock off some bingo prompts too.

And I mean that I'll wreck anyone that gives you trouble.

Hey, go easy on me.

I hate this stupid game

I mean, I sort of hate it too, but my competitive nature and desperate need to get the little squares filled out betrays me.

Nah.

Consider this payback for this post you made about me.

Edited 2017-07-11 04:35 (UTC)

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