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| Hey, motherfucker.
EAST SIDE PLAZA. NOW.
Bring a motherfucking smile. >:o) [ note: comment as you see fit! responses will be as if they'd finished the fight. ] | |
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| [Zelos' expression as he appears on the feed is uncommonly serious. He doesn't really want to do this, but the thought of Zelda having to is worse so he's decided to suck it up.]
Hey guys. Wish I could say I have good news. I'm sorry to say Sola going to be gone for a little while. He'll be back in about four days now. Just thought everyone who knows him should know.
[The Chosen runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long breath.]
I guess any questions can be directed at me but I don't really have a lot of information.
[That's that. He turns off the feed.]
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| Langley sinks
To Whom It May Concern,
Some limericks.
There once was a woman named K,
who loved a man night and day.
But her lover was cruel,
and he burned down a school,
so her love she hid forever away.
There once was a man named O,
who went evil from all of his woe.
He set lots of fires,
most of them became pyres,
and he found he couldn't fill the hole.
There once was a woman named B,
who is dead now, save for her children three.
She burned in a fire,
but a scorned fiance's old desire
has made a chronicler out of he.
There once was a man named L,
who on the past would dwell.
He'd think and he'd think,
and his thoughts, they would sink,
and that's all there really is to tell.
Regards,
Lemony Snicket | |
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| ACHOOOO~~~
[ well there's one helluva introduction there, Kenshin. He sounds nasally as he speaks ]
Pardon me. I seem to have contracted a cold of some sorts. [ sniffle ] I am looking for remedies for a cure, as green tea is simply not doing a proper job. [ sniffle ] I have not once been sick before. This is most ----- ACHOO ----- unpleasant.
Bishamonten, give me strength.... | |
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| I lost my voice.
This really sucks.
Maybe I should carry around a pencil and paper or something?
Sorry if anyone wanted to talk to me. | |
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| [Your resident underground doctor appears on the feed, sporting a thermometer between his teeth and a rather large hypodermic needle between his fingers. After a few moments of fumbling, both instruments clatter onto a wooden surface, the blood-red contents of the needle sloshing back and forth as Shinra finally turns his flushed face towards the camera.]
Hello, everyone! It appears that some kind of mysterious epidemic is making its way through the enclosed cesspool that is now Vatheon - and it's bad enough that it even got a hold of me.
[He tries to cover up the fact that he sounds like a chain smoker with a light chuckle that quickly evolves into a coughing fit.]
In light of these developments, I am offering my medical consultation free of charge to anyone exhibiting symptoms! I'm also in need of some more test subjects, as the last seven blood draws have left my glucose levels a bit low...
If anyone around you seems unwell, keep your distance, and stay at home if you feel sick. Caution is the key to prevention!
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| [As the post crackled on, all that could be heard at first was raspy dry breathing] Haaa... haaaa... I wonder, who is still around down here? I don't envy the seadwellers... hot as it is for me. Haa...
Karkat, our- we should still meet. | |
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| *Selphie's looking into the SFC from her seat on a sofa in her living room. There's a bit pout on those lips, and her eyes do look sad. Then she holds up a piece of card with pink crayon written on it with the following*: My throat hurts!! :( I can't speak :( :( I can't sing!!!! *What use is a Selphie if she can't talk or sing, right?* | |
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i seem to have been asleep for a while
and now i have lost my voice
i don't feel ill except for my sore throat
apologies to anyone who was worried about me while i slept
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