Entry 001 // Video

[neuroticalson]

...Dad? Bro?

[He's silent for a moment, as if expecting an answer.]

Where the fuck are you guys? Where the fuck is this? [He hasn't bothered to do any poking around of his own. He prefers to just be given the information he asks for.]

I, uh, sustained some injuries, so - [A few seconds of silence, and then a sigh of relief.]Or I guess I didn't

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[voice]

[neuroticalson]

What, you mean did they spike my drink or cause the injuries? No to the last one. Maybe to the first one.

And yeah, it is pretty interesting, actually. So I'd like to get back to it as soon as possible.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

Oh, no, I was referring to whoever's in charge of this place. I'm not gonna kill my dad, duh.

I can do shit on my own, but I've got an external source I can call up if I don't get my way. Actually, they've probably been called up already if dad notices I'm gone. And what is it with all you people and this death crap? You seriously saying that the afterlife is some mediocre cruise ship?

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

Well. Be more specific and shit. I'm kinda flustered right now, okay?

And how do they expect me to improve? I was pretty fucking happy right where I was.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

I just got shot, sorry about my comprehension skills.

There are a lot worse ways I could greet people than with a threat. I'm being pretty fucking courteous here, actually.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

Yeah, thanks, I'll try that.

I could skip the threats and just kill them.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

I don't really like using guns, anyways. No room to add your own style.

I had a knife, but somebody robbed me.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

Nah, I'm a guy who likes to have a good time.

After. It was in my pocket.

[voice]

[neuroticalson]

Well, if you wanna call me an artist I won't stop you.

He better not have fucking lost it. My dad got me that knife. So if you know the guy, you should probably tell him to get his ass in that closet of knicks and knacks before I shove it in there.