All right! This can not end good!
As the title suggests, this is the first log in of my "How to Survive in The Multiverse Log Book". I know, I know, the name is sluggish, but I'll improvise! But for now, it has to stay that way. let's get to the work with introductions. I am D! Short for Determination. Yeah, I can hear you say " Who would name their child like that? " But trust me, it has nothing to do with anyone's free will. It's simply that anyone in this multiverse gets a random stigma that is decided by their most powerful trait. Dunno who gives those but... It just appears in your head, ya know? If you ask what my stigma is... It's that I don't have one. But I have the trait of determination. It's complicated. And for the record, I have nothing to do with the game "Undertale" Lots of people make that mistake! Whatever, let me introduce you to my friend, M. Short for Memory.
Hello! My bro here must be taking notes and he asked me to introduce myself. Meh, he must get his head straight. It would only slow him down if he keeps writing. But I'll comply for now. I am M. ~I am the joking hazard of our little group~. My stigma is useless if you ask me. It is able to change the timeline's memories. Kinda like the Gluttony from Re:zero. The difference is that I could write off someone from the literal multiverse. Or share memories. Or copy them. Or... Oh my, there are lots of things I could do with it!
Alright, after my dear friend M have had an enlightenment, he ran off to give someone wild amnesia. Just. For. Fucking. Fun. I still don't know how me and L had stopped him from doing so. Oh, I forgot to introduce L!
I am writing here just because my beloved ~future husband~ (I am scratching that part -D) wanted me to. I am L, short for lust because why the heck not? We have been calling each other by letters for so long that it feels unnatural for me to say "Determination". I would like to give you a summary of his looks:
He has cunning dark red eyes that traps me in them.
He has a torso filled with muscle but covered in scars.
He has black hair. (Not the proudest part)
He is about 6 foot one.
He has a bracelet that's always on his forearm. (Even while bathing!)
He has a smile so bright that I could compare it to a thousand Suns!
And as for M... He is a cheap knock off of my beloved with ashen hair and a perverted smile. (I heard that! -M)
As for my Glorious self! I have Raven black hair soft as silk! I have eyes that never relent! I am the pinnacle of femininity! (Doubt it -M) (Let her have this, man. -D)
Alright! Back to me. The reason I started writing this journal is to give the one who's reading this a few valuable lessons. I will explain how to survive and be tactful in the infinity as we go through the hell and back. Literally. M and I already did, though. (It sure as *Hell* was nasty! -M) (Your jokes are just like you, rotten. -L)
Ooookay, those two are already fighting. I won't write what they're saying to here or I might give a few children a one way ticket out of the innocent mindset they have.