[Canon is The Frighteners] Mun is game-shopping, Muse accepts this

[roadmap_of_pain]

You've bounced me around to hell and back - quite literally. And now you want me to 'move on' yet again? Let me rest in peace for a change. Or focus on solo writing that presents my 'backstory' as you call it. There's plenty of material to work with, and given some of your professional work, 'filing off the serial numbers' as you call it isn't out of the question. I'm rather enjoying this semi-retirement into which circumstances have placed me.

And what are you talking about, wiping my memories? Are you giving me a concussion? Haven't I had enough injuries, that you have to add insult to the mix?

(Cross-posted from dear_player)

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[dickielovesyou]

Oh... do you need me to hit you over the head, mister? [ Is this making friends? He's being helpful! ]

[roadmap_of_pain]

...Are you serious? I'd rather not flirt with a concussion, thank you very much.

[dickielovesyou]

Dickie doesn't mind doing that for you. If your mun says you should have one... you- you probably should, right?

[ He's so confused. ]

[roadmap_of_pain]

There are other ways to have ones memories blocked. I would name them, but you seem to have enough strange ideas of your own, I don't want to supply you with more.

[drbyronorpheus]

Alas, it seems that even death is not always "the end." Perhaps it is just as well. My own work in balancing the cosmic forces of the universe, peaceful as it was, eventually grew boring. I chose to take up being a Warden on a spaceship. It is... occasionally quite horrifying, but I prefer to focus on the souls that do get rehabilitated!

Memories can be recovered. There are ways...[He folds his hands and looks mysterious.]