RE: MURDERFIA: NIGHT 1 (61/67)
03-30-2013, 03:05 PM
NOOOOOOOOOOOO MULTIPLE-DUCK MAN I HARDLY KNEW YE.
And so I wake, and though i was slumbering i was not ignorant of the events that had transspired. i had watched over the proceedings like freaking Ishmael (what am i talking about oh my god) and although i freted inwardly about our death and doom, my eyes were constantly, inexorhibtley drawn to one man and one man only.
That booming voice...that air of authority...his competence and stoicosity (that is probably not a word). It cannot be denied. I am in love.
But oh, cruel fate, to have lovers separated by the gulf of time! Me, a being relegated to the night and him, a construct belonging to the light. I hear his musical croonings in my sleep, but that is not enough. I want to be with him, and him to be with me, and we will form a loving relationship as had never been seen before.
My peers may call me mad, may call me an addled fool for loving such a man who happens to be also a broadcast station -- but fie! Fie on them! What do they know about my feelings? What do they know about love? For if they knew anything about love, they would not say such things.
If only I had a way to catch his attention. But alas, I have a few tools to work with....
Vote: Ixcalibur
please notice me sempai
And so I wake, and though i was slumbering i was not ignorant of the events that had transspired. i had watched over the proceedings like freaking Ishmael (what am i talking about oh my god) and although i freted inwardly about our death and doom, my eyes were constantly, inexorhibtley drawn to one man and one man only.
That booming voice...that air of authority...his competence and stoicosity (that is probably not a word). It cannot be denied. I am in love.
But oh, cruel fate, to have lovers separated by the gulf of time! Me, a being relegated to the night and him, a construct belonging to the light. I hear his musical croonings in my sleep, but that is not enough. I want to be with him, and him to be with me, and we will form a loving relationship as had never been seen before.
My peers may call me mad, may call me an addled fool for loving such a man who happens to be also a broadcast station -- but fie! Fie on them! What do they know about my feelings? What do they know about love? For if they knew anything about love, they would not say such things.
If only I had a way to catch his attention. But alas, I have a few tools to work with....
Vote: Ixcalibur
please notice me sempai