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gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]
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[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
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[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
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[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
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Like... like what, a save file? No, she's... seen enough wreckage. But that's impossible.
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It's very possible in Luceti. There are people who have died in their world that have come here, alive.
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[He thinks he's finally remembered his name.]
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I'm quite sure the world I'm from is real and not a game. No one's told you people from anywhere can be brought here, have you?
[...The whole thing with Ralph sort of possibly knowing his history is troubling though] Actually, how do you know I'm considered a...bad guy?
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And this Bad Anon meeting, it's some of sort of gathering of others with similar backgrounds?
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Something like that. A bunch of bad guys get together, and they talk out their problems that come with... well, being bad guys. It's a living.
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[He shakes his head] I'm sorry, but none of this sounds familiar to me at all.
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Don't sweat it, man. You must not be self-aware. Or, uh... You're like yourself, but a more real version? [He's really unsure how to explain it the most gently.]
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And this "version" is the only version of me. [He's going to just shrug this off as nonsense...for now.]
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