Backdated to Thanksgiving~
[Well, Schuldig got himself a turkey! Which...he really couldn't care less about, compared to the fact that he's been locked in his house all day. But he needs to move it in order to get back to his occasional and fruitless efforts to force the door open.
And it is in the process of doing so that he discovers the bird is full of fucking spiders. One of which, in the process of pursuing Schuldig, knocks the phone off the hook. Yes, they're that large. :| ]
[Over the phone, unfiltered]
[There are words being said by Schuldig, but it's all cursing furiously in German. More interesting are the ambient noises - which include the sharp reports of gunshots, at varying distances from the abandoned receiver, and in between the horrible low chittering of countless spiders.
Unsurprisingly, it's the gunshots that stop first. If anything else follows, then it's too far away from the phone to be heard.]
And it is in the process of doing so that he discovers the bird is full of fucking spiders. One of which, in the process of pursuing Schuldig, knocks the phone off the hook. Yes, they're that large. :| ]
[Over the phone, unfiltered]
[There are words being said by Schuldig, but it's all cursing furiously in German. More interesting are the ambient noises - which include the sharp reports of gunshots, at varying distances from the abandoned receiver, and in between the horrible low chittering of countless spiders.
Unsurprisingly, it's the gunshots that stop first. If anything else follows, then it's too far away from the phone to be heard.]