meme

[drydem]

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

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[edg.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that time when we spent two hours putting together a loft while the theme song to Escaflowne played on repeat in the backg-

no, wait.

Okay, here's one. Remember the time when one of the main important characters in your LARP just didn't show up and I had to -

...

Okay. Remember the time when we drove to Dayton to get decent Indian food, only the place was closed when we got there and we ended up spending the entire night in a 24-hour diner writing out the core rules and setting for a role-playing game?

I'm pretty sure that never happened.

[hahahello.livejournal.com]

Remember when we got called in by the CIA to go save the Digital League from the Analog Purist Assassins? Dude, if we hadn't been taught Iron Head Technique by Master Chung, we would have been dead for sure.

[solestria.livejournal.com]

i remember that time the pink polka-dotted elephants raided the farm and forced us all into barred train cars as part of their routing circus, showing us off to various talking animals and throwing mice to us for treats. it was funny watching them throw in the wriggling mice they were so afraid of. it's a good thing those kangaroos conspired to get us out of there. who knew toothpicks could be so useful?

[selenya.livejournal.com]

I recall the time when we both jumped into the car and drove along in the desert for a night, then near 2 am we hit the hitchhiker...

I still remember exactly where he's buried...near the cactus that looks disturbingly like Bart Simpson. *sigh*

[erdedrache.livejournal.com]

Remember that time when we went to visit your relatives in Pennsylvania, only to discover that they had been possessed by the spirits of long-dead Puritans who tried to burn us at the stake as witches? Fortunately, we had our KANAR weapons and boffered them to a standstill so we could escape in a carriage that we stole from an Amish guy.

[squishymeister.livejournal.com]

Well, I wasn't actually there, and I don't know if it was you...This friend of mine told me about their friend, by the name of Ben, who this happened to. I figure, it could be you...So this guy, this Ben, was going through the drive through at Hardees one day. He ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, without mayo. He made it very clear to them that he couldn't have mayo because he was allergic to it. Well, sure enough when he got home he took a bite of his sandwich and there was white creamy stuff on it. He was pissed, as cursed at the workers for not getting it right, and threw the sandwich away. About an hour later he wasn't feeling so well, he figured he was having an allergic reaction to the mayo, so he went to the hospital. He told the Dr. what the problem was and they ran some tests. The Dr asked him if he still had the sandwich, and if he did, if there was any way to bring it in. Ben called his roommate and had them take it out of the trash (luckily it was in its wrapper)and bring it to the hospital. After running some more tests, the Dr. came to Ben and told him, "well, we have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you aren't having an allergic reaction, the bad news is that the chicken used to make this sandwich appears to have had a tumor, and when you bit into it the tumor burst and all of the "mayonnaise" substance was pus."

...this story really does remind me of you ;)

[coyotewatches.livejournal.com]

It was Summer, if I recall correctly. Large white clouds in the sky as we strolled down Kirkwood. We were sharing plans for our eventual conquest of the Earth. You had that silly little "Death machine" you kept going on and on about and I was working on that one ritual which you gave me some helpful pointers on, thank you.

Then, we stopped to get coffee at Soma and you tried to pay the bill because, you said, you would be ruling the Earth soon and what was one simple cup of java compared to World Domination. But, I said, "Oh no, I'll get the bill because I'm going to rule the Earth."

While the coffee chick simply waited for someone to pay, we realized that BOTH of us couldn't rule the Earth at the same time and before anyone knew what happened, you had called in your Black Satin ninja and I had called in my Bartab Brawlers and there was Chaos on Kirkwood. There was ozone and cordite in the air and the last time I saw you, at least until we called a truce, you were diving behind that old McDonald's building. I can't be too sure though as I was trying to get out of the way of that runaway delivery truck.

Man, you surprised me with that wrist gun though!
Ah, the good ol' days...

[morbon-tg.livejournal.com]

I remember this one time at GenCon where you went to run a game and people actually showed up. (Wait, that couldn't happen.)

Ok, well there was...no, well then there was...no, not that either.

Ok, so there was that one time that we actually got together and it wasn't a changeling game. We were just walking down the streat when the sky burst into a giant explosion of flame and light. I knew that the world was coming to an end, but you just did this little thing with your hair and a flick of the wrist, and you said something that I didn't understant/don't remember, and time reversed itself and all of the world coming to an end didn't happen. Did I ever thank you for preventing all of that. If not, thanks for saving the world so that it could be a much better place.

[kniedzw.livejournal.com]

I think the fight was overrated. It was a cool concept. One man dresses like a chicken. The other dresses like an egg. They beat the snot out of each other, and the proceeds go to cancer research. bneuensc was adamant, however, so I went.

The argument you got into with the hot dog vendor was worth the price of admission, however. Who knew someone could whip themselves into such a fury over pickle relish. I knew it wasn't for you, given your "I'm a vegetarian, beef-breath" wife-beater, but I couldn't tell if the dog was for your mastiff or for the midget you had in your backpack.

You never answered that question, come to think of it. I suppose I was too distracted by your political screed to ask it again....

[bneuensc.livejournal.com]

Well, there's our ongoing quest to find the Turku Manifesto. Man, the things we've gone through for that damn document -- the stint with the cannibals in the upper Amazon, the car chase in Prague, the whole year we spent on that stupid mountaintop in Tibet before we figured out the monk didn't really have it . . . but the one that sticks in my memory the most is that time in Istanbul, because man, we were so close! If you'd just kept up your swordplay like I'd told you (and stopped overusing the binding parry in two -- you've always been so predictable with that one), then you would have won that duel and we would have had it.

But it slipped away, as it always does. Ah well. The longer the search goes on, the more stories we'll have to tell about it.

[teleidoplex]

What can I say, when you're somebody's cell-mate in the punitentiary for two years, you become close, but what I really appreciate is all the hijinks we got up to during our yearly reunions, though come to think of it, most of the time we ended up passed out behind bars.

But there was the time we went looking for some young girls to go fishing with us -- trawling for jail-bait.

And there was that little Taiwanese house-boy that used to chauffer you around in the limo. Do you remember the time I was trying to get you to go to dinner, and you didn't really want to go, and he kept trying to cover for you in his pidgeon english, saying "In car sir ate, In car sir ate".

And the time in Zimbabwe when there was a price-on our heads?

Then there was your friend Albert, the one with the cat that you always pestered. It was like every day was Al-cat-raz day for you.

I would go on, but I think you'd probably start refusing to take my calls. The last thing I need is my cell-block-ed by you.

Your fellow felon
J.L. Warden

[sarcastibich.livejournal.com]

Remember when you helped me balance my checkbook? I had just spent $35.83 on Twizzlers and Pepsi One, and I was worried that the check would bounce. You sat down with me and showed me how to manipulate the numbers in my check register so it wouldn't *look* like the check would bounce. Because I was all hyper from the Twizzlers and Pepsi One the math you were doing made sense, so when I got the bounced check fee I was kind of pissed. You owe me $26 for that overdraft fee, fucker!

[gollumgollum.livejournal.com]

i CAN'T BELIEVE you SHOT me!1

...or something like that--i don't remember *exactly* what that t-shirt said, only that it had fake latex blood dripping from four or five grotesque bullet holes in the back--you know how trashy and over-the-top those tourist places get.

but you love that trashkitsch, and you looked at me with those puppydog eyes, so i bought it for you, cheri. i never could resist those eyes.

and i have to admit...it looked good on you. after so many years of self-disciplined starvation you were rockstar hawt, and that shirt with its rubbery, terribly fake wounds hung off of you like neither of you had anything better to do than lounge on the corner of sixty eighth and broadway in the sticky summer heat. you were so cool, even in that muggy gotham august, that the rest of us sweated even more just by being near you and the self-contained ideal of chill you projected. it was the *perfect* shirt for you, emphasizing your litheness while giving only the barest suggestion of the ribs straining against your taut skin.

god, it was gaudy. but i ruined it all--while i knew it wouldn't be that plasticized, painted red, i figured real blood would at least be *close* to what was already on the shirt. next time, i'll remember that blood dries brown.

but i won't ever forget the look on your face as you sank to your knees, the look that mirrored the words still visible in the blood seeping through your chest:

i can't believe you shot me!

[oddsboy.livejournal.com]

It was spring in Amadacia, my newly kindled kingdom, new to those like you and I. The blossoms on the cherry trees in the palace fluttered and fell to the ground, totally ignorant to the stench of the rebellion, the smell of my house guards burning and dying in the halls as the mortal peasants broke three centuries of beauty in their base spasm of vitriolic rage. I had brought my will over the elements to bear upon them but still they came, burned, buried and blasted. I stood their, on the balcony, idly turning over the uncut saphire you had given me on High Summer's eve. You sat, as casual as the fallen cherry blossom petals, even though I'd broken both legs for your previous impertanance, and stared at me. "I have given them culture and evoloution, Drydem." "You have given them suffering and fear, Galadeus. You are unfit to rule." "I have at my beck and call the power of a god. By natural law that makes me fit to rule over those ungrateful creatures." And then you said what I shall never forget. "You and they are one and the same, old friend. You both live and posses the joy and will to live and be. All your power has done is made them, for their part, wish otherwise."

And so, so long ago, I stopped by meddling in the world, and now I regret it with a bitter passion. Go and bury your kin. For causing me to feel this disease, this remorse that has now stayed my hand, every ten generations ten of yours shall die. I hope that comforts you in your ivory tower.

-Galadeus

[kitty-bitch.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that time when Ben Doering decided to try and kill all of the Bens in the universe, hoping to gain their power and become The Ben? Yeah, I loved it when you organized the resistance. It's just such a shame that we lost half the world's Bens in the process.

Hey, are you feeling any stronger these days?