[S][o] Scratch: Play lamenting "violin" refrain.
Another day, another VIDEO of Doc Scratch's APARTMENT. This time, he is alone, and he appears to be playing a VIOLIN that is rather FIT FOR HIS SIZE. The melody he plays is slow. Mournful. You should LISTEN TO IT while you read this post, for effect.
It also DOESN'T SOUND LIKE anything you could play on a violin. You consider BERATING Naem, but rest assured that she APOLOGISES PROFUSELY for this faux pas.
Plus, you're watching A PUPPET WITH A CUE BALL FOR A HEAD play the violin.
Scratch decides to speak only during the quieter moments of the tune:
[I am speaking only now not due to any inability to multitask on my behalf, but because I understand my voice can be difficult for those of less gifted senses to pick up on, even when I graciously enclose it between visually audible brackets.
But I digress.
Each virus grants us - or, at least, me - deeper insight into the community's functioning. Obviously, its most notorious function is that of a multi-dimensional hub; even more remarkably, though it connects an immeasurable amount of "worlds", all with different rules and laws, it does not ever muddle them.
Or does it?
A girl with magical powers and a doomed Knight, united. A boy, his godparents and their nemesis, made to believe entirely different rules governed them. A group of young girls that would ordinarily never meet, forced into predestination without being truly so.
Now imagine this: an unstoppable force arrives to do what no one can stop him from doing. The Fire Lord misfires her anger, as usual...]
The lament builds up towards despair, dark, foreboding... [But more importantly, she is where she should not be.
The demon notices her. He goes after her, thirsting for senseless murder.
He finds the community.]
Scratch shuts up as he plays the last few notes.
[Does DDD know when to stop, I wonder?]
It also DOESN'T SOUND LIKE anything you could play on a violin. You consider BERATING Naem, but rest assured that she APOLOGISES PROFUSELY for this faux pas.
Plus, you're watching A PUPPET WITH A CUE BALL FOR A HEAD play the violin.
Scratch decides to speak only during the quieter moments of the tune:
[I am speaking only now not due to any inability to multitask on my behalf, but because I understand my voice can be difficult for those of less gifted senses to pick up on, even when I graciously enclose it between visually audible brackets.
But I digress.
Each virus grants us - or, at least, me - deeper insight into the community's functioning. Obviously, its most notorious function is that of a multi-dimensional hub; even more remarkably, though it connects an immeasurable amount of "worlds", all with different rules and laws, it does not ever muddle them.
Or does it?
A girl with magical powers and a doomed Knight, united. A boy, his godparents and their nemesis, made to believe entirely different rules governed them. A group of young girls that would ordinarily never meet, forced into predestination without being truly so.
Now imagine this: an unstoppable force arrives to do what no one can stop him from doing. The Fire Lord misfires her anger, as usual...]
The lament builds up towards despair, dark, foreboding... [But more importantly, she is where she should not be.
The demon notices her. He goes after her, thirsting for senseless murder.
He finds the community.]
Scratch shuts up as he plays the last few notes.
[Does DDD know when to stop, I wonder?]