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[clean_cuffs]

It seems the Discedo mob is perking it's scabby ears again. And the good Doctor Cid accuses me of theatrics

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[Voice]

[speakofthedead]

[Quiet applause.]

Very well said.

[Voice]

[clean_cuffs]

My thanks.

I'd take a bow, but I like this rather handsome head attacked to it's neck.

[Voice]

[speakofthedead]

Understandable.

However, these people seem to have no penchant for logic. Come what may, at least the library remains quiet.

[Voice]

[clean_cuffs]

Really, it shouldn't take a genius to work out that this is hardly the right way to go about things. Which library have you claimed?

[Voice]

[speakofthedead]

Ah, I reside in room 103 of the High School, and I use its library as something of a personal study. Of course, I always welcome guests.

[Voice]

[clean_cuffs]

I pop in there occasionally. Nothing particularly pertaining to my interests other than a book on aeroplanes. Can you imagine, people were still using fossil fuels before this world ended? Strangest thing.

You would think someone would find some way to harness the worlds' Mist.

[Voice]

[speakofthedead]

We still are in mine. Although I died back in 1962.

[Voice]

[clean_cuffs]

that's... nearly 50 years of the horrible stuff. According to the time line of Discedo anyway. You see, this is what comes of a world lacking in diverse sentient species. Humes have no bloody sense and don't live long enough to deal with the problems they create. Hence why longer lived species usually ensure we don't blow up the bloody world in one go.

Ah, apologies. Feeling a bit loquacious lately.

[Voice]

[speakofthedead]

Not an issue, friend. I knew many soldiers who were the same before a battle. It is all they could do to ease their nerves.