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Just something fun I thought we could do.


Basically you are to post a Rorschach journal entry that details his travel to a different world without giving the world away (If you choose to, you can give the answer in your post in the form of spoiler text, done by making the text color black, for those who are new to our forums.) The world Rorschach travels to can be from a TV show, a video game, a book, a historical event in our world, anything you like. Needless to say, these entries must be written in Rorschach's voice.

These threads usually yield some pretty funny/sad/sweet entries, and I'm interested what entries WCMers can come up with!

My favorite one from a previous thread:


I'll start off with one:


World: The Muppet Movie, with Kermit the Frog singing "Rainbow Connection".

Have fun!

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"My greatest fear in life is not knowing where Bjork is at any given moment." --Me

Ok, I'll bite!

Blue flash delivers me to hard metal floor. Environment white and sterile. Small pulsating hum eminated from distance. Place too clean, made hair stand up on back of neck. No doubt one of Veidt’s buildings.

Two women circled from around corner. Dressed as whores. Short red mini skirt dress costumes, large beehive hair dos. They scream as they run away.

General announcement echoed through halls, “Enterprise this is your Captain.” He blathered on. Alarms sounded.

Moments later man with pointed ears appeared. Obviously communist. I stood tall as I lunged for a hand to grabble. Managed to break his finger before he pinched my neck.

Felt faint as I fell to ground. Blue Manhattan flash transports me away.

World: Star Ship Enterprise! That dirty Green Blooded Vulcan!

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Biosynth. Rorschach Fangirl.
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TO CLARIFY: These posts are purely for entertainment's sake. Nobody is suggesting that Rorschach lives, nor is anyone proposing ideas for a sequel.

Apologies for interrupting, but I felt like that had to be said.

Have fun!

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This is truly a madhouse. And I'm the lunatic running it. I've spent three years wondering if I should be proud or ashamed.

Rorschach's Journal

Date: Unknown

Location: Underground(?)

Blue flash enveloped vision once again. Getting annoying. Found self underground. Possibly underground? A well? Hurm...Man with little dog looks down from above. Keeps shouting things about "Lotion", "hoses" and a basket. Calls little white rat "Precious". Obviously homosexual. Try to climb up wall, fail. Blue flash dazzles vision.

Damn.

World: Silence of the Lambs' Buffalo Bill's basement.

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No it didn't. JiangWei made himself pretty clear I thought.

You'll never get mine!


Rorschach's Journal. Date: Unknown. Location: America


Woke up in alleyway. Head feels heavy, like hit with sledgehammer. I look at my surroundings. Is this New York? No, not right smell. In the distance I hear a train's whistle. No. I am not in New York.

Seem to be in poor neighborhood. See man walking down street pushing shopping cart. He's selling t-shirts. Deodorant. Scrap Metal. All of which he stole I am certain. Entertain idea of approaching him. Think better of it. This is not my world.

On the corners young men barely old enough to shave sell their drugs. One yells out "pandemic! I got the pandemic!". Is he carrying some disease? If so, what? It doesn't make any sense.

Suddenly they all scatter. They yell out a name I cant make out. I duck into a doorway of an abandoned building. I see a black man dressed in black.Under his trench coat he is carrying something. A shotgun perhaps? I watch him walk by. A plastic bag blows by like a tumbleweed and for a moment he is like an outlaw in some western returning home after robbing a train of its loot. Then the illusion is gone. I Hear him whistle something. Some tune I recognize but can't quite place.

I feel unseen eyes watching me from the rooftops. Shadows watching, seeing everything, recording, making their own notes. Hearing everything. That is enough for me to know this place is unsafe.

As I walk back down an alley and away from this strange world the name of that song the black man was whistling comes to me. The way something comes back to you after you drive yourself mad trying to remember what it was.

It was "The Farmer In The Dell".

He was whistling the Farmer In The Dell.

I leave this place in search of one less bizarre and uninviting.

World: The Wire

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"Heard them Walthers like to jump some" "As will you, with one in your elbow."

Rorschach's Journal
October 18th, year unknown

*fwoom*

Landed on rotting deck. Sea still as glass, buildings swaying like trees in a hurricane. Why do I have this towel?

A female voice intrudes. Two to the power of... she chatters a number, but I do not listen. Am turning into a penguin. Should stop it.

There is an infinite number of monkeys outside. I am in a puddle.

I am made of yarn.

I am a sofa.

The voice comes back, something about improbability. Suddenly I am clad in a sweater vest.

Screw this.

*fwoom*

World: H2G2.

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"Ah, walking into a field of flowers. Nothing says 'I'm going to rip your f*cking head off' like walking into a field of flowers!"--MadWorld

Rorschach's Journal... Unknwown

One moment surounded by white, next surrounded by many colors. No longer near Karnak, no longer near anything I know. I turn, bump into couch and make a noise, hear footsteps in adjoined room, so I decide to leave.

Walk out to the street, houses on both sides, houses. No Tenements, no projects, no skyscrappers. Not New York, where am I?

I hear a voice cry out 'Hey buddy!'

I trun and he responds to my mask. 'WHOOOOOOAAA! That's some crazy mask, hell you're even kinkier than I am... but not by much. OH! GIGGITY GIGGITY GIGGITY!'

This man is pure filth. There is good and there is evil, and this evil must be punished!

World: FAMILY GUY

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@RealSlimCAvery

Rorschach's journal, unknown date, 1977.

Found myself in tropical jungle on an island. Discovered group of three, claimed they'd been time travelling as well. Hurm. Possible usage of Dr. Manhattan's abilities on civilians? Must investigate further. Group consisted of:

Leader, man with bad haircut and suit. Prone to crying.
Woman, bouncing between two men like a ping-pong ball. A whore like Ms. Juspeczyk.
Obese man, a fat, bloated pile of garbage drowning in his own misery. Useless.

Told me they were waiting to be inducted as part of a research group on the island. Related to Veidt's experiments, perhaps?

World: Lost

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I don't mind being the smartest man in the world. I just wish it wasn't this one.

Ooooooh, this is fun!!!!!! I'll give it a shot; my idea is fan fiction only, so mind you it's gonna sound like a dream that should, but will probably never come true. LOL

Rorschach's Journal, November 1st, 1985.

Woke up suddenly, screaming, vanishing from place to place; slight feeling of euphoria as muscles twitched to repedative flashes of blue lights. Looked at arms to find warm blood moving like ink blots of mask, but as black as Moloch's heart. Instense feeling of growing pains shooting throughout entire body, looking at hands to see only moving bones and sounds of snaps and cracks while twisting wrists. Pondered on how I managed to survive Manhattan's betrayal to keep focus off of agony; realized Armeggedon had begun and did not just end with Veidt's Holocaust of half of New York. Alien Invasion, killing millions to save billions, ridiculous; such secrets cannot stay hidden. Not while there's still life. Veins began boil as ankles began to cramp and swell into feet. Transfixing into inhumane being, beams and sparks clouded my vision as I finally began to use eyes; no eye lids however: blinks are controled by movement of shape shifting of black stains on face. Pain seems to be easing as screams slowly transform into moans under breath and euphoria fades into insomnia. Another glimmer of light sends me away and now only see backgrounds of white.

World:

Rorschach's Journal, date unknown

Blue flash again. Getting tired of this. This time awoke in empty desert wasteland, devoid of life. Would believe world had ended if hadn't discovered empty crumpled can on ground.

Wandered until came to a camp. Ambushed by stupid boy and dog. Took rifle from boy and crushed his hand. Dog began to attack but soon fled to safe distance.

Suspect boy may be insane. Keeps talking to dog, asking for advice. Boy concerned that dog is calling him "Albert." Sure sign of madness. Perhaps world has ended after all, boy and dog only ones remaining. Mentioned this aloud while searching camp for food. Boy retorted that I must be "stupid" and asked how he was to "get laid" in future with broken hand. Apocalypse has done nothing to change humanity. Took all self-control not to break his other hand. Broke little finger instead as a warning.

Helped myself to two cans of food from their sack and left. Seems canned beans are a popular meal after apocalypse. Perhaps more in common with boy than I originally thought.



World: A Boy and His Dog

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"Under no circumstances should anyone encourage the ordinary person to be funny."
--Bob Mackey

Rorschach's Journal, Date Unknown

Writing from beyond the grave, first day in Hell.....

Its hot up the ass down here, ran into a few familiar faces. Im sharing rooms with Adolf Hitler and had lunch with The Comedian, not suprised to see him down here. The place wreaks of sour human flesh and the ground is always covered in blood. I guess Satan himself cant afford any dam cleaning crew. Dr. Manhattan, thanks for nothing pal.

(just something i thought of, lol)