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before the poll, a quick definition of terms:

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I don’t care whether you like rooster teeth or not the idea of deleting 21 years of media should be incredibly concerning

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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

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Dirty Chai Latte Scones

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Go check out the new update for my project :3

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After █████ yelled about not remembering anything, some of the other people around sighed. The older man who approached him grimaced as he looked away. There was an unspoken hesitation across the group as they all stayed still. Someone letting out a cough as the others tried to look away, but then finally someone decided to speak up. Her voice had a thick accent, one that was different from the others that █████ had heard so far. His body turning around on the couch so he can lean over the back to talk to the crying boy.

“None of us can remember either… it's been like that since we woke up”

To what was said the taller individual next to him pulled her back. Whispering to him as he then whispered back. Everyone was trying to mind their own business but as more was said they all couldn’t help but pay attention.

It was a commotion that only freaked out █████ more.

"None- None of you remember anything!?"

Once those words were said everyone just nodded, mumbles covering the room before █████ pulled down on their collar as they grumbled loudly. What was going on?? Why did no one remember anything? The more he thought about it, the more the tears on his face grew. The bells jingled more before the older man next to him moved closer and hovered his hand over █████’s shoulder, hesitating about trying to comfort him before pulling his hand away and bringing █████’s attention up to him with a soft snap. Bringing his hand to his chest right after.

“Hey, kid… right? Let's try to take a deep breath in and calm down. Crying isn’t going to get us anything good other than being tired.”

To that █████ nodded as he started taking deep breaths in as the other watched and waited. He tried calming down for a while before finally doing so. Bringing his hands down from his collar as he stared down at the ground, the older man staying by him so he could be there for him. Thankfully once he calmed down, a commotion started within the group, stopping any further worrying about what was going on with their memories. The two who had been around the little robot could be seen moving back quickly as a loud metallic sound split through the room. A light filled up the area of the coffee table as █████ and everyone who hadn’t been looking rushed over to see what was going on.

A robotic voice filled the room as the hologram of what looked like a way smaller individual projected up from the robot. “You all talk too much, you also take way too long to get here, like I had to wait so long for this. Not to mention...” The projection turned its head around 360 like an owl to stare at the Red head as it spoke. “You don’t know when not to grab things, don’t you? I’d very much prefer my machinery to not be picked up. I have legs for a reason.” To that they rolled their eyes as it moved off the table, the projection disappearing as it did.

It would walk off towards another room disappearing for a bit before coming back with a stack of index cards on top of it. Skittering on back to the group and saying.

“So since none of you remember anything. I have been told you guys need these to know the basics about yourselves. So take them and help each other get the right one. Or don’t! I don’t care!”

To that there was a pause from everyone around before an older woman with grey hair took charge, grabbing the cards, looking at them before shuffling through them in one hand. With each one she moved between those around handing them each their card. It took her a while to get to everyone, handing it to those on the couches and around the table first before getting to those behind them. Taking time to read each one before giving them out.

Finally she got to █████, handing one to the older man before holding out the last one to him. Shaking it as she spoke.

“Here’s yours kid.”

Once her voice spoke to him and he saw the card █████ grabbed it, pulling it close before moving to read it.

It took him a minute to process what he was reading, it was hard to place the words in his head, like he was reading something that had been foreign to him. Though with multiple rereads he eventually got it. Looking around as he looked back at the card, 'Jester'? that… wasn't a name- at least he assumed so. He wanted to say something about it but instead stayed silent as someone else had another thought to speak about.

"What's an Ultimate?" The watch holder said as she shook her card around. Jester upon hearing this looked back down to his card, staring at his. 'Circus Performer', that made a lot more sense with the outfit he had been wearing, his thoughts not being able to linger on it long as the robot spoke.

"Ultimates are people who excel at and are the best at what they do, they even do things that can be notable around the world. And these talents aren't too specific things. They can be crimes, entertainment, or many other things. You are all the greatest at what you do and that's why you're here!"

Jester just nodded his head along before moving to the older man and leaning against him, trying not to focus on everyone talking about what they had learned. Instead fidgeting with his hands before trying to speak up.

"The white things on everyone's necks-! Uhm! What is that for?"

That was a question no one was going to ask, everyone looking at him as there was a pause before the robot spoke again. "Oh the patches… they're not important, well you knowing what they're for. So just don't think about it, especially since you'll probably want to take it off. You can't and you shouldn't, you won't like it!"

Once Jester was told of the patches and told not to take them off because they wont come off he couldn’t help but zone out and think about it. When being told not to do something it’s your first action is to do it, and with Jester it was just that. He didn't know what would happen if he tried, even if something bad did actually happen it would be a chance at getting whatever it was off. So, with some hesitation he stood there silent before reaching up to try and grab the patch…

But that was stopped when all of a sudden a sharp pain pierced through the back of Jesters neck and then a burning sensation filled his whole body. It felt like his whole body was tingling and it wouldn’t stop. His arm jerked hard, moving away from his neck as all his mind could think of was the excruciating pain he had been in.

He wasn't able to process what had been going on until he felt his body tense up and immediately fall straight to the ground, his arms and legs losing their strength leaving him limp. It didn’t take long for him to notice that everyone else who was standing followed suit as screams filled the room. Jester’s mind couldn't think straight while he continued to lay the ground groaning, staring forward towards the old man who had recently tried to comfort him, just like him he had collapsed too, it was obvious that what he tried to do hurt everyone else as well.

His muscles hurt, his body barely able to move as he wanted to try and get up but just couldn’t.

He had hurt everyone in the attempt to try and do something he was told not to.