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[superbillain]

Good evening, Camp. I'm Nathan Petrelli, and I arrived here the other day with my brother, Peter. A toucan kindly did the honors of informing us we had jobs here-- myself as this place's "favorite son," Peter as a counselor of kids with unusual abilities.

I'm not exactly sure what my job would entail, isolated as this place is from everywhere else

Comments

[finger_fucked]

The guy in the suit gave a speech that I didn't actually listen to, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

[superbillain]

Come again?

[finger_fucked]

Don't mind me. I'm just narrating.

[superbillain]

Oh. I can't decide if that's better or worse than just plain ol' talking to yourself.

[finger_fucked]

The suit was highly skeptical of the narrator's job.

[superbillain]

My apologies, you seem to be taking it very seriously.

[finger_fucked]

It's a big job.

[superbillain]

Aren't there more interesting things to narrate here? Action sequences, something with a little more jazz?

[finger_fucked]

Maybe, but this is what's going on right here.

[superbillain]

And here I thought you were dedicated.

[finger_fucked]

I'm only doing enough to get by. This isn't a good enough job to go looking for a gorilla sodomizing a goat.

[superbillain]

Getting as many benefits as the rest of us, huh?

[emogivesuwings]

Yeah, he does that.

[finger_fucked]

The kid with the bad haircut seemed to be with him.

[emogivesuwings]

... what're you doing?

[finger_fucked]

Never had a narrator before?