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victory_road2021-05-01 04:03 pm
rancorice) wrote in victory_road2021-05-01 04:03 pm
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1st ☠️ Video;
[As the feed blips on, the camera shows the viewers the top of a raggedy hood, sloppily sewn together with fabric that has probably seen better days, and those days have long since been gone. It doesn't seem like this is the intent of the person behind the video, in fact they don't seem to notice at all as they prattle on.]
Dear Diary—
[uh oh]
I honestly don't know why I'm here of all places. I can't imagine that Dark Enchantress Cookie would have sent me here, yet there's no other feasible explanation! Who else has that kind of power? No one!
I know I did everything I was supposed to—sure there might have been a slip up here and there along the way—but I did way better than the others! They can only dream to measure up to me!
[There's a slight jostling of the camera as he clearly shifts a little, maybe he's taken a seat somewhere. Either way, there's some forehead in the shot now, and some tightly twisted hair that looks like dreadlocks, but not enough of it is in view to see for sure.]
It's a little funny, I'm used to having to write in a diary, but this is so much more convenient, even if I'm still not used to this weird gadget. Nothing I can't figure out!
Anyway, where was I?
...
[...]
Oh, right! I don't know how she's done it, but that's probably one of the many marvels of her frightening and formidable powers! But I gotta admit I kind of hate this! I already had my servants, I don't need these horrible...meat animals!
[Another jostle of the camera as an audible THWAP can be heard, followed by the clear chittering of a Noibat. A very agitated Noibat, at that.]
Ow—hey! I'm trying to make a very important and necessary entry for the sake of posterity, here! So cut it out! You're my servant, aren't you? You're supposed to listen to—
[And then the camera goes spinning, tumbling, and when it eventually stops, there's just the view of the sky and some far off squawking of annoyance from none other than the diary's author. It isn't he who gets the 'gear first, however, but instead the clear visage of an annoyed Noibat looms over it with a glare, before picking it up in his mouth and—]
HEY!! GET BACK HERE, OR...OR ELSE, YOU HEAR ME, BAT-CAT!?
[Looks like this diary entry is over with, even if the feed doesn't for quite a few minutes...until it (apparently) gets dropped, which is a dizzying spectacle as it tumbles and spins—then it suddenly stops, and the feed is cut.]
Dear Diary—
[uh oh]
I honestly don't know why I'm here of all places. I can't imagine that Dark Enchantress Cookie would have sent me here, yet there's no other feasible explanation! Who else has that kind of power? No one!
I know I did everything I was supposed to—sure there might have been a slip up here and there along the way—but I did way better than the others! They can only dream to measure up to me!
[There's a slight jostling of the camera as he clearly shifts a little, maybe he's taken a seat somewhere. Either way, there's some forehead in the shot now, and some tightly twisted hair that looks like dreadlocks, but not enough of it is in view to see for sure.]
It's a little funny, I'm used to having to write in a diary, but this is so much more convenient, even if I'm still not used to this weird gadget. Nothing I can't figure out!
Anyway, where was I?
...
[...]
Oh, right! I don't know how she's done it, but that's probably one of the many marvels of her frightening and formidable powers! But I gotta admit I kind of hate this! I already had my servants, I don't need these horrible...meat animals!
[Another jostle of the camera as an audible THWAP can be heard, followed by the clear chittering of a Noibat. A very agitated Noibat, at that.]
Ow—hey! I'm trying to make a very important and necessary entry for the sake of posterity, here! So cut it out! You're my servant, aren't you? You're supposed to listen to—
[And then the camera goes spinning, tumbling, and when it eventually stops, there's just the view of the sky and some far off squawking of annoyance from none other than the diary's author. It isn't he who gets the 'gear first, however, but instead the clear visage of an annoyed Noibat looms over it with a glare, before picking it up in his mouth and—]
HEY!! GET BACK HERE, OR...OR ELSE, YOU HEAR ME, BAT-CAT!?
[Looks like this diary entry is over with, even if the feed doesn't for quite a few minutes...until it (apparently) gets dropped, which is a dizzying spectacle as it tumbles and spins—then it suddenly stops, and the feed is cut.]