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( introduction, text ) 18th of april, 2011.
It's taken me a week, but I believe I have this little machine nearly figured out. The letters are familiar enough, but this is no printing press I've ever seen. Not in my wildest dreams could I imagine mankind would come so far - reading each other's words, almost at the speed of thought!
My name is Daniel, and that is the sum of what I know. Not too long ago, I was a dead man, hunted by something beyond even the basest comprehension. Even now, I catch myself looking over my shoulder at the slightest sound. Sleep is an impossibility, and there is a weariness in my bones I fear may never mend itself.
I cannot possibly repay the debt I owe for this chance I've been given to live yet again, and make a life anew in this wondrous city. Not a day passes that I am not left in awe, and every building here is a testament to the sheer ability of man to create. It reduces me to a Neanderthal in this civilized world. It is a unique, and frightening prospect: with no memory, not a speck of recognition in this world, I am forced into a most literal rebirth.
Yet, the thing which vexes me most is the title hero. I've been told that I can ignore my duty here with no repercussions, and yet, how can I not have been brought from my inevitable grave for some higher purpose than simply to exist once again? Why am I here? Am I meant to recreate myself as a better man?
Or am I seeing meaning where there is none?
[TL;DR FOR THE AUDIENCE AT HOME: DANIEL TALKS ABOUT HIS LIFE AND NO1CURR.]
My name is Daniel, and that is the sum of what I know. Not too long ago, I was a dead man, hunted by something beyond even the basest comprehension. Even now, I catch myself looking over my shoulder at the slightest sound. Sleep is an impossibility, and there is a weariness in my bones I fear may never mend itself.
I cannot possibly repay the debt I owe for this chance I've been given to live yet again, and make a life anew in this wondrous city. Not a day passes that I am not left in awe, and every building here is a testament to the sheer ability of man to create. It reduces me to a Neanderthal in this civilized world. It is a unique, and frightening prospect: with no memory, not a speck of recognition in this world, I am forced into a most literal rebirth.
Yet, the thing which vexes me most is the title hero. I've been told that I can ignore my duty here with no repercussions, and yet, how can I not have been brought from my inevitable grave for some higher purpose than simply to exist once again? Why am I here? Am I meant to recreate myself as a better man?
Or am I seeing meaning where there is none?
[TL;DR FOR THE AUDIENCE AT HOME: DANIEL TALKS ABOUT HIS LIFE AND NO1CURR.]
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voice everafter
Amazing, as though I'm hearing him right there beside me - You're the fellow I met earlier, aren't you? I'd like to offer a belated thanks for helping me.
There's nowhere else for me to go at the moment, I'm afraid, as I have no home to speak of.
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Voice; SO WHIMSICAL SOUNDING
voice forever, this icon just for you nat
I feel so honored. AND I SERIOUSLY LOVE THIS ICON, you don't even know.
Motherfuckin' understand what I'm saying, bro?
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Although, I could argue that every day, each of us is challenged to recreate ourselves as better than the day before. Why should a place like this be any different?
permavoice in return! GOSH DANIEL IT'S ALL ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS
Still, philosophy is more than welcome. I would normally agree, I expect. But how could a man possibly recreate himself with nothing there to reshape? How could I?
WELL HE'S PROBABLY TALKING TO THE RIGHT GUY FOR THAT
supes you so kind and knowledgeable. ;n;
it's all an act, he just wants to take your lunch money
good lord, the biggest sham of comics history!
shhhh don't tell anyone!
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I'm Harry Dresden, by the way. Nice to meetcha.
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You... lost your memory?
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Yes, I did. By my own choice, though why, I couldn't tell you. [this is a lie though he totally knows some stuff.]
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You erased it on purpose? [Definitely not said in an accusing way, just sort of surprised. But after a second he just lets out a thoughtful and apologetic "Hnn." After all, it's not like he hasn't considered that theory about himself sometimes.]
I'm sorry. I... know what that's like. Losing your memory, I mean.
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Voice;
Hello, Daniel. I am Kurt Wagner.
permavoice in return!
And yes, it is, but a difficult one to make. It's starting the long journey ahead that's the hardest.
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permavoice in return!
:D
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voice;
permavoice in return!
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Yes, I am, thank you. I'd attribute it to rest, but I think it's more the safety than anything else.
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