Revived muse isn't happy with me.

[notaperson]

I don't care if you've decided to keep my memories of whatever I did on 231-7's containment project repressed; I do memory wipes often enough to receive one, after all. Reviving me is an ill-advised idea at best. It's doubtful you could find a game that would take me given the twisted pretzel passing as my backstory. Then there's the matter Asgard. As much as I would just love being trapped in an opulent realm far from my chosen job and priorities, the fact of the matter is Earth needs me rather desperately at this point. We are continually on the brink of an end of the world scenario of varying degrees. That means my presence is absolutely mandatory. If I'm here it's probable I'll run into my family who will doubtless blather on about the throne for a bit.

This is without mentioning games almost never take canon OCs, let alone dual canon OCs. Instead I'll ask you one question: how am I going to get my Naltrexone if I'm on another world altogether? We both know what happens when I'm not medicated. I begin to act like - like if Uncle Loki was in any way a subtle person with a sense of timing. I was going to say 'like Loki' but I can't recall wearing anything nearly so stupid, and this is coming from a man who babysat 1867 for a while.

Speaking of which, let me make a pre-emptive rule you cannot use my place of work as an excuse to let 096 loose. It would not be funny. Trust me.