Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT
Band: DEFYING ATMOSPHERE
Instrument: LEAD/RHYTHM GUITAR
Fame Lvl: 4 - Empathic Influence, Mental Manipulation, Reality Bending, Beginner Sorcery
Current MP: 33 (138 total)
Short Description:► With a wild mane and a passion for ripped clothes, Mr. Universe loves nothing more than the music. He may like to party, but the rock star lifestyle is more about the rock for him. His genuine passion for the craft passes on to a clear respect for his fans.
Regains So Far:
★OCTOBER★►
MEMORY 1: Discussing with his unknown child how he met his mother. What is this, like, a vision of the future???
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MEMORY 2: A beautiful, huge, pink woman encourages him to speak into the old video camera. They're recording a message for their child.
★NOVEMBER★►
MEMORY 3: The huge pink woman dances with another woman to his performance. With a glowing light, the two of them combine into a huge, four-eyed dancer.
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MEMORY 4: A colossal red eye lights the sky, before a laser beam in the shape of the pink woman destroys it. Debris crashes around him; if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs.
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MEMORY 5: A writhing, shifting mass of catlike tumors struggles to walk through a car wash. He watches, desperately hoping what's underneath survives.
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MEMORY 6: He peeks through the door to find the walls covered in frost. A small, blue woman sits on a frozen bed, and though he can't see her eye, he knows she's looking at him. "He's not going to like that it's square." This is sorta inconvenient.
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MEMORY 7: He filters an alien static through his sound system, trying to decipher its message, but his van gives out first.
★DECEMBER★
► MEMORY 8: Garnet thanks him with a handshake. It feels like he's won an award.
► MEMORY 9: Steven and a young girl burst through a portal of light on the back of a bright pink lion. Greg would run to embrace them, if not for the pain in his leg and the solid chunks of ocean crashing down around them.
► MEMORY 10: He watches, like a ghost, as war ravages the world around him. It's a battle for him, for everyone like him, older and more vast than he can comprehend. He's so small.
► MEMORY 11: The pink woman stares at him, utterly lost. This was supposed to bring them closer. It still can, he thinks. They just need to communicate.
►MEMORY 12: A small, purple woman taunts him by transforming into the shape of the pink woman. She says it's his fault she's not here. He knows she's right.
★JANUARY★
►MEMORY 13: He's going to get to sleep on a couch?! He cannot believe his luck.
►MEMORY 14: It's already hard enough setting up the camera without the toddler squirming in his arms. They have to get at least one good picture of the cake before it gets demolished.
►MEMORY 15: He takes a regal bow to his king, the indisputable ruler of watermelons. They break down into uncontrollable giggles.
►MEMORY 16: He closes the book, and smiles at his sleeping son. He casts one last anxious, uncertain look at the trio in the living room, before leaving.
★FEBRUARY★►MEMORY 17: He cannot afford the hospital. Duct tape's like a cast, right? Totally. Good enough.
►MEMORY 18: The pink woman calls plant life to come to life around her, obeying her whims.
►MEMORY 19: Cripes Steven has a LOT of powers.
►MEMORY 20: One little lie can't hurt. It means they'll get to be together again. This will all be worth it in the end.
inspired by every creepy wrong number text ive ever gotten
kind of mad and freaked out
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who's there
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now you're going to be all like "no they don't!" like I'm dumb
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your turn
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guess it's up to me to fill up your repertoire
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I guess
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that sounds like a big hole in their qualifications to me
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everyone in charge of me always sucks
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one day youll be in charge of you and youll show em how its done
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but it doesn't really work that way I guess
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its a bit of a pickle
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I don't know why
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a lot of us got tricked like that
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how I want to go home but I don't actually have a place to go
this is the only thing I have
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i never really thought about it before now
its weird, missing something that wasn't there
maybe i'm just missing memories
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do you think what that guy said was true?
when he was talking about memories...
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