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[bitchester]

Hey, everyone. I'm Sam. I guess that some of you new me before and ... uh, probably under a different job, but camp decided to bring me back, and with a complete wipe. I thought I'd get that underway, but I'd like to meet you again. If we hit it off before, no reason we can't now, right?

Anyway, I know I don't have to do the job I've been given,

Comments

[justaddbeowulf]

What does Evanesence have to do with grief?

[bitchester]

I can't really tell you.

[justaddbeowulf]

I've never heard of it before.

[bitchester]

Maybe I should've given a better explanation. It's a band from a few years ago, female front woman, not that bad of a singer, but the lyrics kind of all sounded the same. Can you guess what they sang about?

[justaddbeowulf]

[odd look]

Not really.

[bitchester]

Umm, being saved from the nothing you've become, being woken up inside, brought to life, kind of ... heavy stuff.

[justaddbeowulf]

It sounds like redemption.

[bitchester]

Yeah, actually. It does.

[justaddbeowulf]

A lot more than suffering from grief, anyhow.

[bitchester]

I think the other lyrics fit better, but those are what I remember.

[justaddbeowulf]

I wouldn't know. Momma never had radios around the cabin and I don't know too many songs.

[bitchester]

Maybe you can learn some more while you're here.

[justaddbeowulf]

I got plenty to do already.

[shrugs]

[bitchester]

Huh.

You can do things and listen to music.

[justaddbeowulf]

Music doesn't interest me very much.

[bitchester]

Oh. Then I guess that counts it out.