ITP: Hollywood Presents... You: The Movie

[outoutdamnblot]

*a man is sitting on the roof of a cabin -- maybe your cabin -- writing in what appears to be some sort of journal or diary. the sun is shining on his ever-shifting mask in a rather visually interesting way

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[finger_fucked]

Wha--hey. Hey. How'd you get your voice over working?

[outoutdamnblot]

*puts away his journal*

Don't know. Don't usually have one. New security measure, maybe. Publicly broadcasting a person's thoughts. Nice way to try to silence them. Backfires if the person isn't afraid of being heard.

[finger_fucked]

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Am I being replaced?

[outoutdamnblot]

Replaced? For what?

[finger_fucked]

Narration. The narrating? That's mine; I do that. It's my thing, my shtick.

I can not fucking believe this, just because I can't figure out the voice over feature I'm getting replaced by some asshole who doesn't even use complete sentences what the motherfucking fuck.

[kicks the corner of a cabin in his RAGE!!]

[finger_fucked]

[ow no that was a bad idea. time to hop around on my non-injured foot once or twice before losing balance and falling over. oh, my dignity. :(]

Jesus Christ my goddamn fucking toe!

[outoutdamnblot]

*stares down at. the voice-over STARTS AGAIN.*

...what a fool. No comedians here, but a lot of clowns.

[finger_fucked]

Oh fuck you, man.

Shit, maybe it's the swearing. Did they change the rating and nobody tells me? How'm I supposed to keep up if nobody tells me a damn thing.

[outoutdamnblot]

*MORE VOICE-OVER. SOMEONE IN CAMP OBVIOUSLY HATES YOU TODAY.*

And these are the people they call "counselors."

[finger_fucked]

My suffering creates empathy in the audience and it is a perfectly valid storytelling thing, thank you very much.

[outoutdamnblot]

That's the language of our entertainment now? Disgusting.