THE WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE MEME (wow this sure is a shitty title)

[heirial]

So no one's quite sure what happened. Maybe there was a magical accident and someone managed to make a pensieve explode, ripping a hole in reality somehow in the process, who knows. Who cares. Regardless of how or why it happened, you suddenly have memories of things that, before today, you could've sworn never happened! And they feel incredibly real.

How it works:
1. Post a comment giving your character memories from another universe! This could be canon, another game, an AU, a crossover AU, whatever, and they can be as many or as few memories as you want and as faint or as vivid as you want. Whatever the case, they feel like something that actually happened to them. Or you can just have your character be someone who isn't affected and have them react to other people, who knows.
2. Thread with other people! Threads can be as angsty or ridiculous as you want, and you don't have to be consistent from thread to thread with what your character remembers (if you want to do one thread with canon memories and another where your character has memories of being a firebender or a dinosaur, go ahead!), and hell, you can even post multiple threads if you want.
3. Have fun. This rule is mandatory. :B

Comments

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk has stopped in the middle of the hallway on his way to class, and is now staring at his hands as though they're covered in blood. ]

[puppetpocalypse]

[He's alive.

At least, that's the first thought that comes to mind as he lays on the grass.

Of course this being because he fell some feet up in the air while on his broom. He turned his head. The handle of his broom had just stuck into the ground, the broom sticking at an odd angle. What he should have registered was that his broom wasn't damaged. What he did seem to have registered was that his broom was a sword. And his body was underneath it. Dead. He shut his eyes and looked back up at the sky.

He fell. He can't recall how far up he was, but he was alive. He thinks so at least. But what was that? The sudden feeling like he had just died. A shot of pain that didn't actually happen. Now? He was lying on his back, which by the way, hurts like a bitch now. It happened fairly quickly and he can't remember what happened. The only thing going through his mind was a fight he never fought.

He pressed his palm against his chest. No hole. He looks at his hand, expecting blood. It's clean. He makes a pained grunt. What the fuck?]