[ Private; Moderately hackable ]
Well, this is far from ideal. All my memories are gone. I can't remember my birthday, how old I am, my hometown, what year it is, nothing. Everything, just poof. I don't even know what my real name is. I remember "Booster," but that's got to be a nickname. It doesn't... It just doesn't feel like that's what my parents called me.
And that's all I've got to go off of. All these weird little feelings. This little town, it's too... cute to be real. There's got to be something sinister at work here. But... this kind of thing, this isn't how it's usually done, right? I feel like there should be more here. False memories, and my every dream fulfilled, things to keep me from suspecting any foul play, and--
Ugh, listen to me, critiquing an imaginary evil scheme. What am I, a supervillain?
...I guess I don't know that I'm not.
No, stop that, Booster. You're not a supervillain, that's ridiculous. I've got to stop thinking about this. I'm here, I've got amnesia, and it doesn't look like I can do anything about it, so I may as well make the most of it, right?
[ Public ]
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