Canon is Need For Speed. Let's go racing.

[shelbycobra]

Yes, I'm scared right now, and no, it's not that surprising.

It's my first race with a new team - my first race officially back in IndyCar - my first endurance race. If we don't place well, I'm going to have the racing media all over my ass saying that I never should have come back.

And yesterday you thought it'd be a good idea to have me hit upside the head with a fuel hose during practice, so I'm recovering from at least a mild concussion.

I don't have Tobey to ask for advice, I don't know if Frank is going to be there, and if I screw up, I'm doing it in my own backyard in front of my friends and family. So yes, I am going to be scared. Whether you think that's 'fun to play' or not. You don't like it, don't make me come out here until after Daytona's over.

(no subject)

[fuckingshit]

You consider placing me in another reality solely because it fucking amuses you that others would seek to teach me to write?

[no, it amuses me that you would refuse until you got frustrated at being left out of text conversations on the communicator and that even then you'd spell like a kindergartener]

What purpose would such skill serve? I'd not look a fool.

(no subject)

[life_death_and_albion]

Dear Mun,

Perhaps you should consider your intentions carefully. Do you really think that I would be worth taking up again? You may be encouraged by your continuous return to play me, but I am not so easily convinced. Without a place or purpose to call my own in Albion's stead, what do you expect me to do?

This idea of an Alternate Universe version of me will almost certainly be a waste of time, not 'a way to approach the problems of a multiverse' as you think it to be.

My battle against the Darkness will make you as exhausted as I have come to be. Reconsider your plans before you make a decision you later regret.

King Logan of Albion

oh god (maskormenace because i'm a loser)

[hypnotherapy]

Well, I guess you have wanted to send me there for a long time...

You're really excited by the prospect of having someone else who knows this canon, aren't you...? My goodness.

...Well, if you're indecisive, you can always change your reserve as you wish. Take your time.

i dont know what im doing.jpg (there could be spoilers)

[bluesquared]

...Y-y'know -

Mun-san, you shouldn't worry too much! I've been your favorite since junior high, of course you'll get my character right! Am I helping? Um...

You'll find a good canon point for me some...day...? (Is that right? "canon point"?)

[I'm so proud of you, son]

[Canon is The Frighteners] Muse does not approve of these headmates

[roadmap_of_pain]

Miss... Whomever you are. You Internet users and your confusing 'user names'. If you think you can hide behind them, you have another thought coming: I have a trace running on your usernet traffic, across all your 'devices'.

You're putting yourself at too much risk, with these... Things in your head. You let anything from any side of the veil come into it, and in so *doing*, don't be surprised if they turn against you. A werewolf who works for some hopped-up crime boss? A necromancer? Several vampires, both sanguinary and psychic?! And then there are the reapers. To say nothing of that man with the uncensored grimoires: anyone in possession of a Necronomicon should be taken into protective custody for their own good. You seem to like playing with fire, Miss Name Witheld.

At least you have me in your corner. You can snipe at me all you like: I'm here to protect you from them. You couldn't be in better hands; I know how to handle them.

(Cross posted from dear_player)