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[The video flicks on to show Randal in the dining hall. His neck has a line of bruising around it from Severen's belt, as well as a bandage that is large enough to hide the wound on his jugular. He's got a clear glass filled with a dark red liquid. For added irony, he's rocking the Count Chocula shirt today.]
Guess what happened to me this weekend.
[He sounds a little upset and tired, but not terribly out of his normal emotional range.]
Want a hint?
[He points the camera at his neck for a close-up, then back at his face.]
That's not a hickey.
[He sets the glass down at an empty table, then positions the camera so he can sit in front of it.]
So some asshole who I thought was a stand-up guy decided to rip out a huge chunk of my fucking neck. I wake up in the infirmary, I've got blood all over me, and all I can think about is how I'm hungry, right? So I get patched up and come down here so I can try to get something edible, but I'll bet you guys all beat me to the punchline.
I can't stand anything. I'm throwing up and gagging and realizing that jackass did something to me, and then I see the blood.
[He lifts the glass with an expression that clearly says, "This blows."]
I can get used to it, but I'd like to file a complaint:
[He sets down the cup and hooks his finger under his upper lip; he pulls it to show his normal, human left canine for a moment, then leans forward and taps the lens of the camera.]
What the fuck kind of vampire doesn't have fangs? Fuck you. Fuck. You.
[He points at the camera. He's pointing at you, Severen. Looking straight into the void where your soul should be.]
You're a douchebag.
[He brightens a bit.]
But hey, there's a bright side, right? Chicks love this Twilight shit, and I'm totally cooler than Sparkles Dickpire.
[He picks up the glass again and toasts the camera before swigging it with a grim look.]
[OOC: Oh, yeah: Spam welcome!]
Guess what happened to me this weekend.
[He sounds a little upset and tired, but not terribly out of his normal emotional range.]
Want a hint?
[He points the camera at his neck for a close-up, then back at his face.]
That's not a hickey.
[He sets the glass down at an empty table, then positions the camera so he can sit in front of it.]
So some asshole who I thought was a stand-up guy decided to rip out a huge chunk of my fucking neck. I wake up in the infirmary, I've got blood all over me, and all I can think about is how I'm hungry, right? So I get patched up and come down here so I can try to get something edible, but I'll bet you guys all beat me to the punchline.
I can't stand anything. I'm throwing up and gagging and realizing that jackass did something to me, and then I see the blood.
[He lifts the glass with an expression that clearly says, "This blows."]
I can get used to it, but I'd like to file a complaint:
[He sets down the cup and hooks his finger under his upper lip; he pulls it to show his normal, human left canine for a moment, then leans forward and taps the lens of the camera.]
What the fuck kind of vampire doesn't have fangs? Fuck you. Fuck. You.
[He points at the camera. He's pointing at you, Severen. Looking straight into the void where your soul should be.]
You're a douchebag.
[He brightens a bit.]
But hey, there's a bright side, right? Chicks love this Twilight shit, and I'm totally cooler than Sparkles Dickpire.
[He picks up the glass again and toasts the camera before swigging it with a grim look.]
[OOC: Oh, yeah: Spam welcome!]