66th Game [Video]
[It's starting to get dark on the 23rd of December. And what should the PCD record?
Killua Zoldyck is sitting on top of the largest evergreen he could find. He ditched the suspenders a few days ago, now clothed in a thankfully simple style. Strewn throughout the tree like ornaments are the items people offered after his last video on the network. It's all there - from books to a broken tea pot to the little plant potted in a carton and cradled by strong branches. Next to him, atop the tip of the tree, is a star. It's connected to the same electrical cord as the string of lights coiling around the entire tree. None of it is lighted. There are no electrical outlets out here, after all.
But once Killua is sure that everyone's gotten a good look, he jumps down, leaving the PCD in the same spot so that the whole tree is visible. Grabbing the end of the cord, he closes his eyes for a moment, and suddenly electricity shoots from his fingers down the cord. Multi-colored Christmas lights buzz on, and the star at the top ignites with white light.
Merry Christmas, Adstringendum. This is quite possibly the nicest thing he will ever do.
Oh, yeah. And expect a giant tinsel avalanche on the 25th. You didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?]
Killua Zoldyck is sitting on top of the largest evergreen he could find. He ditched the suspenders a few days ago, now clothed in a thankfully simple style. Strewn throughout the tree like ornaments are the items people offered after his last video on the network. It's all there - from books to a broken tea pot to the little plant potted in a carton and cradled by strong branches. Next to him, atop the tip of the tree, is a star. It's connected to the same electrical cord as the string of lights coiling around the entire tree. None of it is lighted. There are no electrical outlets out here, after all.
But once Killua is sure that everyone's gotten a good look, he jumps down, leaving the PCD in the same spot so that the whole tree is visible. Grabbing the end of the cord, he closes his eyes for a moment, and suddenly electricity shoots from his fingers down the cord. Multi-colored Christmas lights buzz on, and the star at the top ignites with white light.
Merry Christmas, Adstringendum. This is quite possibly the nicest thing he will ever do.
Oh, yeah. And expect a giant tinsel avalanche on the 25th. You didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?]