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[icedark_elf]

Snagged from seanmonster

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Go wild. Or not.

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War is hell...

[seanmonster.livejournal.com]

Ardennes, '44. I had taken some shrapnel to the lungs during the night. My buddies managed to get back to the field hospital. There I was, suffocating in my own blood, when all of a sudden you appeared. Maybe it was your nurses uniform, or maybe it was the shock, but I thought you were an angel. And I told you so.

When you heard that, you simply raised an eyebrow and said:

"That's right, I'm a mother-fuckin' angel of mercy."

Then you stabbed me in the heart with with a syringe of pure adrenalin. I never saw you again.

[9tails.livejournal.com]

Well, it was my seventh birthday party and we were completely plastered. I’m fairly sure that at some drunken point there were tentacles involved - you offered me squid on a large platter for an entrée. Half-way through the evening, you pulled out a long leather coat with dinner-plates attached to your shoulders via sticky-tape, and then tried giving me a hair-cut with a butter-knife you’d dubbed ‘the Masamune’. You then tried to drown me in your swimming-pool, squashing many innocent koi-fish in the process. At present, the FBI and my permanently frightened person are trying to get you locked up in an institution for individuals with Character-Repression-Associating-Permanent-Persons-Elephant-Disorder, aka C.R.A.P.P.E.D for those with abbreviating preferences.

This is the reason that I shall ever-more associate you with tentacles and dining utensils. Because of this ever-so scarring incident, I no longer venture into sea-food markets, and I am now forced to only consume ‘food’ that is found in McDonalds’ wrappers. You monster.

[cougarfang.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that time when we tried to take incriminating pictures of our teachers, but then we got sidetracked by an octopus made of whipped cream. We started eating its tentacles (can't quite remember why) and that degenerated into a whipped-cream fight; we completely demolished that poor octopus! And then the guy who made it, the bakery owner dude, right, came screaming out at us, and we had to run for our lives... left a trail of whipped cream all the way to the Starbucks down the road. We hid there forever, seriously, under the cashier's counter all cramped and giggling like mad, and by the time we got out we'd drawn whiskers and weird squiggles in the whipped cream all over us. And everyone in the coffeeshop was like, "buhhhhh???" and we died laughing at their expressions XD

[renquestor.livejournal.com]

Do you remember that time when we were out in the old Henryville forestry. It was a rather beautiful night. You could hear all the animals around us, sending out there calls. Course, that's where the good times ended. Little did we know that we had just stumbled across of human sacrificing Satanists. I managed to escape with just a burned and mangled leg, but I wasn't certain how bad they fucked you up...