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THE REALIGNMENT MEME

>>> OH NO YOU'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO RADIOACTIVE ANTIMATTER FROM THE EIGHTH DIMENSION AND NOW YOU'RE THE OPPOSITE MORAL ALIGNMENT THAT YOU USUALLY ARE. But don't worry! There are ways to cure that!

THE RULES

01 POST AS YOUR CHARACTER STATING WHAT MORAL ALIGNMENT YOUR CHARACTER HAS SWITCHED TO. This can be the binary Good/Evil or something more nuanced like along the D&D spectrum, just as long as it's an approximate opposite of what your character is normally like, morally speaking.
02 COMMENT TO OTHER PEOPLE either anonymously or logged in TELLING THEM WHO TO CURE! So you'll comment to X's character with Y's name + the curing method number as listed below. Specify if you want X to be realigned as well in that thread OTHERWISE assume X is normal.
03 THREAD OUT THE SCENARIO FOR AT LEAST FIVE COMMENTS otherwise you will have failed curing dear, dear Y -- and how can you live with that guilt??
04 HAVE A TERRIBLY FUN TIME.

THE CURES

1] Physical intimacy. Either hugging or kissing or second base, there's only one rule: it must be a sincere effort.
2] Take them hostage. The only way to reverse the effects of scientifically sound radioactive antimatter from the eighth dimension is to kidnap the patient and hope they develop Stockholm Syndrome, or come to their senses.
3] Self-sacrifice. The only way to bring them back is to let them kill you/maim you. Or make them kill you/maim you.
4] Interrogation. You MUST force them to reveal a secret about themselves, or they'll be stuck this way forever. You can be as kind and persuasive or as Orwellian as you need to be.
5] Make them laugh. If you can make them laugh, you've reversed this unseemly and totally realistic ailment!
6] Therapy. Convince them that talking this out is the best solution -- because it's the only way to save them!
7] Confess your true feelings ABOUT THEM to them! The truth will set someone free.
8] Wait, you actually already have a magicscience/deus ex machina cure! But you have to FORCE the serum into them, by ANY MEANS.
9] Good old fashion smack around. Yes BEATING PEOPLE UP, isn't that what heroes do?!

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[ he's already been inside john's psyche. he's not sure what else there is left to find out, but he supposes he's about to find out. bradbury's no water boarder, though, never had the stomach for torture, so they're going to have to do this the good old-fashioned way. ]

This doesn't have to be difficult.

[ he's grabbed onto john's wrist, sweating as he concentrates to nullify the other man's power and hold his gun to his temple at the same time. ]

[ in television and in movies, there was often some kind of internal struggle when something like this happened. the reality, john discovered, was much simpler than that: he simply snapped one day.

somewhere along the line, he had started to itch for the taste of blood and powder burns on his fingertips. his own brand of justice for criminals who waltzed free mutated into a wild lust for danger, where he didn't care who he hurt anymore: john had adapted to the city.

there was no doubt that he wouldn't even recognize the man he'd become if he looked in a mirror. and, for some reason, he couldn't care less. he may have spiralled out of control, but he certainly wasn't stupid – only someone like him could have cornered him. ]

You're the one making this difficult. [ he grunts, struggling to free himself the best he can, especially when there's barrel of a loaded gun digging into his head, and he can feel his strength ebbing away. ] Get off me, Bradbury!

[ it's hard to reconcile the remorseless, cold man in front of him with the man bradbury knew once, but he's convinced that the john he knew wasn't just an illusion. that doesn't mean he's not going to pull any punches. ]

This is for your own good.

[ and he says it with gritted teeth like a cruel parody of a smile, before aiming the butt of the gun to deliver a sharp blow to the other man's temple. if he can knock him out long enough to get him somewhere less exposed, maybe he'll actually have a shot at getting something out of him.

something true, at any rate. ]

[ for his own good. john wants to laugh at the irony. how many people have said that to him? an outraged growl escapes from his lips as he writhes against bradbury, before a burst of pain renders his world pitch black. he slumps in his arms, mercifully unconscious, if only for a short while.

when he awakens, his vision is blurred and he moans with pain, unable to make out his surroundings, or even construct a sentence to swear at bradbury. but god, does he at least try to curse him out. ]

[ when he comes to, john will find himself on a chair, hands held fast by cuffs built into the arms, and legs similarly bound. its soldered firmly to the floor, meaning it can't be tipped over, and only the lack of a conspicuous helmet piece distinguishes it from an electric chair.

bradbury's sitting across from him, straddling a chair backwards with his arms folded over the backrest. his expression is grim, but from john's point of view, he only gets a glimpse of it before bradbury's reaching for a lamp and flicking it on to shine a bright spot of light right onto john's face.

old-fashioned interrogration tactics, indeed. ]

What happened to you, John?

All of this... it's a bit extreme, isn't it?

[ john finally shoots back at him after multiple attempts. he looks down and tests his bindings, experimentally at first, and then violently. as expected, he can barely move, though at least he can try and look away from the light being shone in his face. ]

Let me out of this bloody thing and maybe I'll go easy on you.

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