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[reckless_fire]

In case anybody was wondering--or hell, even if you weren't, I guess--the stuff you get back from those pulses, or whatever the hell you wanna call them? Looks like you can't get rid of them. I couldn't, anyway. Crap just keeps coming back like that stupid cat in that stupid song. So anyway, yeah, just FYI.

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[acequeen]

I did get a strange sensation a while ago, if that makes any sense.

For some reason, I get so angry whenever people are referred to as numbers. It's a bit hard to explain, but I remembered some blond man comparing the Japanese to, what was it... tens? Elevens? Yeah, that's it!

Elevens.

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[reckless_fire]

Elevens? Weird. Any idea what it meant?

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[acequeen]

An insult, maybe? The guy sounded pretentious and condescending from what I can remember.

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[reckless_fire]

Yeah, but why Elevens, though? That's the crappy part about these memories, or whatever they are--no context.

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[acequeen]

Beats me! Even if it's meant to be insulting, that makes no sense. When I think of slurs, it'd be something like, I don't know... "Jap", "butterhead", or "bomb watcher".

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[reckless_fire]

...Butterhead's a new one--I ain't ever heard that one before, anyway.

But yeah, I get what you mean. If you're gonna insult somebody, it helps if they know why they should be insulted. I dunno, maybe it'll make more sense if/when you get more memories back--not that I'm wishing that on you, or anything.

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[acequeen]

Haha, that's a weird one all right, and it was used by the American Marines during World War II because our skin is bright yellow to them. I learned a lot of weird things thanks to my Japanese studies major.

Insults are meant to hurt someone, a hard strike at their weak points. Not sure if I'd wish that on anybody tbh. We'll have to see, I guess.