Final Violation
[Today, there is no Goroh. Or Goroh's things. In fact, his room is empty. His various belongings, gone, his sword, nowhere to be seen, and even his sunglasses are no longer present. His bed is even made, almost like no one had ever lived there. Nothing! Nothing at all to be found. Well, save for one thing. The samurai had always hoped he would go home, but he didn't want to exactly be forgotten. Not that he'd care much, but he was never one to go out quietly. Where there had once been a Japanese scroll on the wall, there was now just a poorly painted arrow pointing down. He had never been sure that would stick around, but maybe the Malnosso would be slow about repainting the walls.
What the arrows point down is to a small crack between the floor and wall, where a stuffed envelope sits. In it are a few messages.]
Litchi Faye-Ling,
If you're reading this, it's because I'm dead. Or probably sent home. Or your damn cat won't stay out of my goddamn room like I tell her to. Anyway, if it's one of the first two, it's been a blast. And I don't just mean living with you and being your friend. I meant that one night we were in bed together. I know you don't remember it, but rest assured, the sex was fantastic.
Your pal, Goroh
P.S. Give my regards to your cat, too.
Dave,
What can I say to a man as dull and as uninteresting as you? Nothing, really. You spend too much time watching movies. It ain't healthy. That's why I'm giving the entertainment center to Buffy. Oh yeah, mind handling that? You can deliver the letter to her too.
-Goroh
P.S. I may have given Space Herpes to Litchi. Try to break it to her gently.
Tsubaki,
Can you even read this? Your eyesight ain't doing too good, kid. You're tapped into forces that are fucking up your brain and will ultimately ruin you life and keep you from being happy. But that's not important. Just thought you should know I keep seeing Lao Jiu sneak into your room at night. Maybe you should sleep with a night light on.
-Goroh
Buffy,
Had to write a new one of these, on account of the whole fight school thing. I hate the name for it, just so you know. Have fun handling that on your own. If I remember anything about this hellhole, it'll be knowing I left you to handle the whole damn thing on your own. I bet it will bring a smile to my face, too.
- Goroh
P.S. Don't let Dave get out of handing over the TV to you. He'll try, believe me.
Dr. McCoy,
You're lucky I'm gone. Can't expect Spots would have been interested in you much longer with competition like me around.
[And that's all that's left to be found. Goroh is back home, in his own world. He couldn't be happier.]
What the arrows point down is to a small crack between the floor and wall, where a stuffed envelope sits. In it are a few messages.]
Litchi Faye-Ling,
If you're reading this, it's because I'm dead. Or probably sent home. Or your damn cat won't stay out of my goddamn room like I tell her to. Anyway, if it's one of the first two, it's been a blast. And I don't just mean living with you and being your friend. I meant that one night we were in bed together. I know you don't remember it, but rest assured, the sex was fantastic.
Your pal, Goroh
P.S. Give my regards to your cat, too.
Dave,
What can I say to a man as dull and as uninteresting as you? Nothing, really. You spend too much time watching movies. It ain't healthy. That's why I'm giving the entertainment center to Buffy. Oh yeah, mind handling that? You can deliver the letter to her too.
-Goroh
P.S. I may have given Space Herpes to Litchi. Try to break it to her gently.
Tsubaki,
Can you even read this? Your eyesight ain't doing too good, kid. You're tapped into forces that are fucking up your brain and will ultimately ruin you life and keep you from being happy. But that's not important. Just thought you should know I keep seeing Lao Jiu sneak into your room at night. Maybe you should sleep with a night light on.
-Goroh
Buffy,
Had to write a new one of these, on account of the whole fight school thing. I hate the name for it, just so you know. Have fun handling that on your own. If I remember anything about this hellhole, it'll be knowing I left you to handle the whole damn thing on your own. I bet it will bring a smile to my face, too.
- Goroh
P.S. Don't let Dave get out of handing over the TV to you. He'll try, believe me.
Dr. McCoy,
You're lucky I'm gone. Can't expect Spots would have been interested in you much longer with competition like me around.
[And that's all that's left to be found. Goroh is back home, in his own world. He couldn't be happier.]