[002] |Voice|Private // Fail!locked|
So this thing can record voices. Good, saves me the trouble of writing all of this shit down.
Three, four days, and it's bloody Lovers' Day already. Or Valentine's Day, whatever the hell everyone else here calls it. Why did they have to come up with a celebration for love, of all things. All those lovesick people -- urgh, just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. Stupid fucking holiday.
Right, time to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth. I've been told death isn't permanent here. People get revived if they die, something like that. Not that I'm planning on dying or anything, hah. Wonder what Death would have to say to this.
[A pause, like he's contemplating whether he should bother recording down anything else. Then, he speaks in a calmer and far less condescending voice.]
I couldn't find it when I got my clothes back, since my wallet didn't come along with me. Figures. What am I going to do now...?
...I miss them already.
((OOC: Totally, 100% viewable. He doesn't know the journal well enough to know how to filter right.))
Three, four days, and it's bloody Lovers' Day already. Or Valentine's Day, whatever the hell everyone else here calls it. Why did they have to come up with a celebration for love, of all things. All those lovesick people -- urgh, just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. Stupid fucking holiday.
Right, time to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth. I've been told death isn't permanent here. People get revived if they die, something like that. Not that I'm planning on dying or anything, hah. Wonder what Death would have to say to this.
[A pause, like he's contemplating whether he should bother recording down anything else. Then, he speaks in a calmer and far less condescending voice.]
I couldn't find it when I got my clothes back, since my wallet didn't come along with me. Figures. What am I going to do now...?
...I miss them already.
((OOC: Totally, 100% viewable. He doesn't know the journal well enough to know how to filter right.))