#oliverfogkin

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For canon fanon, because I finally thought up something.

Contrary to popular headcanons, I was not in a relationship with X. I did not even meet him in my canon. Maybe we saw each other once or twice in the suitcase, but we never truly had a conversation. Also, I was aroace, believe it or not. Being shipped so frequently feels weird.

I think the only thing the fandom properly got right for me was from my garment, since I saw some people on Reddit suggesting I was a Marxist or communist or something because of it. So close! I was a democratic socialist.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙💥

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I want to see everyone again; mother and father, Mr. Brimley, A Knight, Eagle, all the kids at the orphanage, everyone in the Suitcase even if I didn’t really know them that well. I barely if ever see anyone else from this game. The more I think about this whole thing, the more I miss everyone just a little more. And it's not as if I can try and get along with the fandom, I'm always characterised wrong. I wish I didn't need to rant. It just feels so lonely all the time in shifts.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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Sometimes I forget how strange my canon was. Some memories are, “you overworked and fell asleep in the street. Some random passerby had to poke you awake with his cane”. Then others are, “you met Clement Attlee once, shook his hand and then basically fanboyed to the kids at the orphanage about it”. What weird times.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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Wait what does Twitter mean CN dropped my dad. What do you mean he looks very similar to how I remember him. WHAT.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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Well I promised an update after I’ve played the anecdote so here I am.

All I can honestly say, after going through a rollercoaster of emotions, is that dear fucking god, that was a mixed bag. Some of it was extremely spot on and caused me to just kind of.. freeze. Some of it was so blatantly wrong.

I knew that I had met A Knight previously to this at a museum, but I really didn’t know how much of an interest he had in me. A Knight, if you ever read this, thank you for all of that, I greatly appreciate it. I hope you also know what holidays are now.

The bits about the previous Fogwalkers was so iffy for me. I adored my father, he was always trying to look after me, even if I barely got to see him. Maybe I did resent him after he died? But I don’t think it was for too long, I just resented the system in the end since if it wasn’t for the system, he wouldn’t have died. The idea of the Fogwalker title also being a decorative title because the fog never got better HURT so much. Again, the fault of the system and government.

I think a lot of the story just existed to hurt me though. That LAST SENTENCE just made me exist in the state of happiness and sadness simultaneously.

And “This is my responsibility, and it is our responsibility” is now etched into my brain forever. Thank you, father, wherever you are. I miss you.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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In honour of my new garment being revealed (Yes! Finally!) and the fact my anecdote releases in a few days (it’ll most likely be out by the time this posts), I’ll be putting my initial thoughts here and see how wrong I was when it does release.

I’m both looking forward and dreading this. From what some people can figure out of the plot, it appears that it’s going to be a roller coaster. Apparently it says that I in fact hated my father and hated taking his position - that’s not true! In fact I was honoured, and he was one of the greatest fathers I’ve ever had, given my terrible track record. On the other hand, I did hate my job. I just put up with it because if there wasn’t a Fogwalker, what would be the point? I was devoted to London.

I’m still looking forward to it though. I hope it won’t hurt me too much.

— Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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When I was taken into that orphanage it was in really bad shape, and I think it was my second (first being my father’s work and the office he had) real exposure to the horrors of class division. It was completely run down there, and all the orphans were constantly at risk of going to a workhouse instead because - you know - it ran on charity. I used some of my fortune to keep it operating and it ended up being a much better place where all the kids and staff could live happily. I miss the kids there. Though I wish I could remember their names. They’re all very dear to my heart though, but it’s not as if they’ll ever get acknowledged in source because of my canon divergence.

To any of those kids, in the unlikely chance you read this, I hope you’re all okay. Get some sleep, drink some water, play outside. You deserve some time for yourself.

— your big brother, Oliver Fog (Reverse: 1999) #📺🎙️💥

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The more I think about it, I hate the title Sir Fog. It was Lord Fog. My ancestor was made a hereditary peer when he helped establish a way to deal with London’s pollution and was heavily awarded, including that peerage. Ours was kind of unique, since I don’t particularly remember having a particular area assigned to ours. It was just Lord Fog. Basically a courtesy thing and a rule break. My father didn’t mind too much though, he said it was an honour to help, especially with the fog being his daily duty. I was too young to sit in the House of Lords at the time of course… Hm. I wonder if that’s one of the reasons I was so devoted to dispelling the fog. Maybe I just never ended up being one for policies even as I got older?

Anyway that being said it’s really funny that in this life UK politics is a special interest.

— Oliver Fog, Reverse: 1999 #📺🎙️💥

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