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The Alternate Champion Choice Meme



It's the murdergame meme, but thinly retextured for Airlocked!! Don't say I don't love you, Airlocked crew.

The premise is simple: It's a meme where you play out scenarios with your alternate Champion choices for Airlocked, either characters you considered apping at the time but decided against or characters who you started playing after the end of Airlocked. The world is your oyster!

Just fill in the form below, pick a round for your character (1-4 or maybe even 5 if you're feeling particularly feral) and have a wonderful nostalgic murdergame time!

<center><b>Name:</b> NAME | <b>TITLE</b> <b>Age:</b> AGE | <b>Species:</b> SPECIES | <b>Occupation:</b> OCCUPATION <b>Likes:</b> LIKES <b>Dislikes:</b> DISLIKES <b>Traits:</b> A HANDFUL OF NOTABLE TRAITS <b>Trivia:</b> A PIECE OF TRIVIA</ul>

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[obstagoodboy]

[Little goth little punk. Impossible hair. it's fine probably]

...my house?

[eudaimonikos]

Or your apartment, if you want! I make sure everyone's got a place to stay. It's a little more limited than the real afterlife would have been, but it must be hooked up to me somehow, I can work it alright.

[Hm. Now, despite all appearances, this place isn't quite like his Neighborhood. There, he always wiped the humans' memories of their deaths and dampened their emotions a little before waking them up. It helped keep them calm, let them accept that they'd passed and move on to their new existence - maybe it'd even been a little kind. Here, he can't do anything like that. He can still control aspects of their environment, but never any of the people.

At first he didn't really adjust his approach. Since then, he's been told that he needs to be more sympathetic and maybe not launch directly into practicalities. Everyone who shows up did just die traumatically and all. That's what he was trying there, when he offered his sympathies - and now they're moving on to housing after two seconds. So was that sufficient, or did he rush it again?]

Or, if you'd rather take a minute...?

[obstagoodboy]

['real afterlife' reminds him- oh yeah, he died! He doesn't remember it clearly. Obstagoon was snarling at someone and he turned to face them and-

-then quick sudden pain. He might be a decent trainer, but he was just a guy otherwise.]

Y-yeah mate, gimmie a bit.

[he's just gonna sit here in the grass!]

[eudaimonikos]

Of course.

[.......boy, he didn't think this one through! Michael stands there awkwardly while Piers sits in the grass for a minute or two, before deciding that yep, this is actually the worst.

What should he do instead? He sits hesitantly down next to Piers.]

Anything I can get you?

[obstagoodboy]

Any clue who clocked me? I didn't even see the bloke.

[eudaimonikos]

No, sorry. We can't see anything that goes on back there. But, going on all the past groups, you'll find out pretty soon.

[It's been quite a few murders, and still it seems that no one's ever gotten away with it. Michael guesses it figures - there's only so much you can get away with.]

They aren't likely to appear right here, though. You're fine.

[obstagoodboy]

...so wait, were you in one of those 'past groups' then. Cuz no offense mate, but you don't look like Arceus.

[eudaimonikos]

Ye-ah.

[The hesitation there is, mostly, him wondering what the fuck Arceus is. Some god or another, no doubt.]

I was in the first group. We're the one that ended very badly, if you've heard of us - but I was here well before that happened. Only one of our dead to end up here, actually...I figure they just wanted my expertise. This isn't the first afterlife-type thing I've run.