FOURTEENTH ☆ SCORE
[The audio feed turns on with a clatter as the SFC hits the floor. A chair scrapes backwards somewhere in the background and America gasps.]
-Mister Washington!
[There's a pause and you can hear America's erratic breath as the ghost of George Washington talks to him.]
N-No, you're dead. You're dead, alright? I know that, you know that, let's cut out the needless formalities and ridiculous bullshit, okay?
[His voice takes on a harsher tone and there's the sound of him getting up from the chair.]
Don't say that, Mister Washington. We both know the truth here. The United States of America is a damn fine country and I know you're proud of it. This is just this fucking city playing tricks on me, bringing out my doubts.
[There's a pause and America shrieks at Washington.] DON'T SAY THAT! You always said that when you were alive and I refuse to hear that from some carbon copy of you that isn't even the real you! You're a sham, a fake, you hear me? YOU HEAR ME, WASHINGTON?!
[Suddenly there's the sound of a handgun being readied and America snarls at the ghost.] Get out before I shoot you where you stand.
[Bang! Bang! Then suddenly, silence. In a quiet voice, America speaks.]
... He's... he's gone.
-Mister Washington!
[There's a pause and you can hear America's erratic breath as the ghost of George Washington talks to him.]
N-No, you're dead. You're dead, alright? I know that, you know that, let's cut out the needless formalities and ridiculous bullshit, okay?
[His voice takes on a harsher tone and there's the sound of him getting up from the chair.]
Don't say that, Mister Washington. We both know the truth here. The United States of America is a damn fine country and I know you're proud of it. This is just this fucking city playing tricks on me, bringing out my doubts.
[There's a pause and America shrieks at Washington.] DON'T SAY THAT! You always said that when you were alive and I refuse to hear that from some carbon copy of you that isn't even the real you! You're a sham, a fake, you hear me? YOU HEAR ME, WASHINGTON?!
[Suddenly there's the sound of a handgun being readied and America snarls at the ghost.] Get out before I shoot you where you stand.
[Bang! Bang! Then suddenly, silence. In a quiet voice, America speaks.]
... He's... he's gone.