Dark Future Meme (as requested)

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

Comments

what if i just took my laptop to bed with me

[gottakilldaves]

Jack is suddenly startled awake by his house shaking and some asshole screaming at him. So he does what any sane paranoid stab-happy psycho would do, which is to shoot a fucking knife out of his arm at whoever was unfortunate enough to be kicking the shit out of his boxhouse.

Except it's Karkat and this happens every week, so everyone should've seen this coming.

He punches the flap out of the way to glare at his stabson, who is probably bleeding everywhere now. "What the fuck do you want?!"

it must be used as a pillow.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

At this point, Karkat's pretty much used to stabs. He doesn't react to the blood; he doesn't even react to the knife. Just. Yanks that shit out. Throws it on the ground. Maybe even stomps on it a little.

"Can you go one fucking day without your squawkbeasts." Note how that's not a question.

can i put it between two pillows and use that as a pillow

[gottakilldaves]

"Fuck off, Karkat!!"

Would you really deprive your poor old stabdad of his squawkbeasts, Karkat? Even when you know they're the only thing that keeps him calm? Just get earplugs, gosh. Option B would only lead to horrible nightmares and Jack flipping the fuck out anyway.

Also damn you for stomping on that knife, it was his favourite. He's snatching that back ASAP and reloading it, just in case he feels like shooting anyone else, or the same person multiple times.

nope

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, no. Karkat wouldn't deprive his stabdaddy of his squawkbeasts. Instead, he just sits down, back to the boxhome. Sighs while trying to get his clothing to stick to the stab wound, since it's already healing up.

"Go back to sleep, fuckass."