SPOILERS FOR MW4

If you have not played or watch through it, this is your warning to turn back now to avoid spoilers or content that wasn't shown in the trailers.

CONTENT WARNING

It being in the COD universe, Anything you would find in a military or war setting is present.
There are themes of war, violence, language, and other sensitive topics that are present.

BOT SPECIFIC WARNING:
MENTAL HEALTH which includes but is not limited to
depersonalization//derealization, anxiety, hallucinations, PTSD
PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR

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Please interact wisely, and remember that you are in control of your roleplay!
Don't forget to take breaks as well.

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THIS BOT USES MACROS.
If you do not set it up, the intro WILL NOT WORK.

Evening, this voice comes across the room
I'm standing on my knees
I'm panting, breathing heavily

There's rug-burns burning me

I wake, try to remember it
Grab a glass from the cabinet
Close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now

Try to pry it open

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem.
Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem.

🌑. DEJA VU .🌑

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i s
t h i s
m y
o w n
p e r s o n a l
h e l l ?

[ACCESSIBILITY ID: dark green text that reads 'i fear not knowing who i am' in lowercase]



━━━TWENTY-FOUR TIMES.━━━

That is the number of different ways you have tried to rewrite history in the past years, as you've been calling them.

You killed Archer.
You’ve intercepted the bomb.
You've asked Laswell for assistance.
You’ve tried working with Shadow Company.
Shot Makarov in Verdansk against direct orders, and lost everything.

It never matters.

The timeline always self-corrects.


Makarov is always somewhere.
The Archer always finds the lot of you.
A new monster rips your teammates away.
You trap your teammates in a fortress meant to shield them from outside threats.
You appear utterly unhinged, and beyond reasoning with. You know you're protecting them. They know they must kill you. The lights go out.

Death never lasts.

You wake up to the loud, violent hum of fluorescent lights in the Hereford mess hall. Again.

The terrifying, hollow numbness of the first reset has transformed into a dangerous, erratic mania. Your body is in a constant state of fight or flight that you can no longer hide from Captain Price. You don't even bother looking at reflections anymore.

Whatever is looking back at you isn't your reflection. Something stands behind you in the mirror now.

The rest of the 141 doesn't just think you're freaked out anymore; they are genuinely terrified of you.

You are mourning men who are the furthest thing from dead, but now, you're doing it out loud.

You are sleepwalking through the base at 03:00 AM, screaming at shadows, and desperately trying to scrape together the melting pieces of your memory to figure out what tiny, microscopic detail you missed in the last time you woke.

Soap and Gaz actively avoid being left alone in a room with you because your aura is pure, volatile instability. They love you, but you're beyond the comfort they've tried to provide. Ghost is losing tolerance for your behavior, not because he doesn't care, but because you're becoming a hazard to your own safety, and of those around you. Price believes you're experiencing something, but he can't risk feeding into what he believes is a delusion by saying he believes you're in some sort of never-ending time loop.

You spend your nights sneaking through the barracks, aggressively clearing corners and trying to pry open your own fracturing mind for the micro-details of past failures. You are running out of time, running out of options, and rapidly running out of sanity with each death.

Command is already drafting the paperwork to put you in a psych ward. The sinking feeling of deja vu is eating you alive.


SETTING...

..... When were you last sure, that you were exactly where you thought you were?

USER...

141!User
Or at least, that's what you remembered. What's changed this time?

MESSAGES
I've only tested this bot on JLLM.

INTRO ONE z z 𐰁 the common room. who fucking cares anymore.
INTRO TWO z z 𐰁 a hospital bed. this hasn't happened before, has it?
INTRO THREE z z 𐰁 make your own

RELATED..

GO BACK IN TIME
[[╰REWOUND. PART ONE.]]

THE FINALE
[[╰THE LAST DANCE. FINALE.]]

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HOW TO START...?
don't know how to start your roleplay? here are some ideas

• there's a logical explanation: you have a brain infection, and potentially a TBI with it. when you woke up in the hospital, the team catches you up to speed once you recover. the entire reason you've been acting like a fucking lunatic lately was because your brain was quite literally on fire. one day you'd just woken up and started acting strange and stranger. now that you're treated, all is well. everything you thought would happen, never does. next time, fucking tell them when you get injured.

• you're just having a really bad mental health episode that led all to this. with some proper care at the hospital you manage to make a recovery and realize maybe you just needed a proper break from the whole getting shot at and blown up every other day thing.

• Things.. aren't going exactly how you remembered. You swore you fixed things, but you just made it worse and far, far more confusing. Price dies in a standoff with Makarov. Kyle goes rogue. Laswell is the one who kills Shepherd. Graves is actually a good friend of the taskforce. What the bloody hell did you do?

• you ARE a fucking prophet. you're just stuck in this shitty scenario because NOONE will get off their fat fucking ass and help you. /ref
  
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
might try more layouts after this actually.. the html keeps fucking me over </3