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[he's been posting on the network mostly in video so he wasn't going to start to change it. the bright blondness of his hair was fading to more natural reddish-blond, the mass of curls trimmed to a more manageable mess but despite the make over, he looks tired, withdrawn and a little sad.]

What kind of messed up life would have a couple guys using live ammo on each other and laugh about it?

[his accent has gotten thicker and rougher. there's still some care to make sure he's understandable, though far less attempts at refined pronunciation.]

Almost acting like a bunch of kids, running around shooting toy guns but the blood and guns're real and I know I was bleeding all over.

We both were.

[a sighs and he shuffles around a little, the phone moving with him. it seems he was laying on that big comfy white couch of his.]

Anybody else getting weird fighting dreams too? [because it might help to hear other people having similar dreams.]

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Yeah, it sounds like he was a lot more than just a little. Maybe there might be a bigger picture we ain't seeing right now.

It's possible, I guess. A little less randomness and a lot more context'd be helpful in figuring this crap out.

It'll be nice. I doubt our memories will cooperate that way though.

Probably not. I think I'd settle for just getting a good memory for a change.

Same here. I've had enough of songs to sing while burning up and fighting some guy in an abandoned warehouse.

Wait. What. One of those blasts from somebody else's past made you sing?

I was singing a song while my skin was burning. I'd thought it was the remnants from too much drinking but it turned out it was my ticket into the network.

Whoa... Burning like sunburn, or burning like on fire? And if it was the second, I hope that was one of those memory things.

Burning on fire, and it was. I was okay, though a little light headed when the tow truck finally arrived.

...You were singing a song. While on fire. But all that happened was you got a little light headed.

Man, sometimes I think David Lynch must be writing this shit.

Yeah, it does sound weird when I try explaining it.

This whole club needs to have a better writer.

Pretty much all this crap sounds crazy when you try to explain it.

So was there any clue as to why you and that other guy were shooting at each other? Or did you just get the usual helpful lack of context?

That's probably why some people think we're a bunch of crazy roleplayers.

I had a feeling that the other me was really sad and angry at the other guy. Like he expected something else from him but instead had to accept what was their here and now?

And the here and now was having a hell of a time running around shooting at each other. Yeah, okay, I've got nothing.

I've gotta wonder about these people we keep remembering though. What the hell kind of world did they come from?

Could've been worse.

Mebbe it's more than one world. Mebbe we come from all sorts of places.

I guess that makes as much sense as anything else, really.

We just need more information, that's all.

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