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[[Theta reads aloud a memorised poem. Her voice is very clear, with just the right amount of intonation for a dramatic reading.]]
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
[[When she finishes, she looks dead into the camera. Her expression is neither happy nor kind.]]
That's twice now I've had to spend bonfire night alone, while the rest of you merrily celebrate your [[so disgusted:]] Halloween. This is my reward for spending nearly a year playing nice? This is my reward for playing along with your little games and being personable?
I've helped nearly every newcomer to this place for months. And I have so little to show for it? What's it all for? Why even bother trying if one gets naught from it? No, I'm not trying any more. If playing along gets me an equal share of the nothing I get from doing as is comfortable to me, then I'd rather be comfortable.
You'll see in time what you've lost when you thumbed your noses at my help. My shop is still running, and for that matter I'm still taking offers for mostly free. But you'll have to come to me. I see now what you people think I'm worth, so I'd much rather keep myself to myself and the few friends I do have.
[[She sneers coldly and cuts the feed. To those who are skilled at noting emotions, though...she's trying not to cry with frustration, disappointment, and homesickness.]]
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
[[When she finishes, she looks dead into the camera. Her expression is neither happy nor kind.]]
That's twice now I've had to spend bonfire night alone, while the rest of you merrily celebrate your [[so disgusted:]] Halloween. This is my reward for spending nearly a year playing nice? This is my reward for playing along with your little games and being personable?
I've helped nearly every newcomer to this place for months. And I have so little to show for it? What's it all for? Why even bother trying if one gets naught from it? No, I'm not trying any more. If playing along gets me an equal share of the nothing I get from doing as is comfortable to me, then I'd rather be comfortable.
You'll see in time what you've lost when you thumbed your noses at my help. My shop is still running, and for that matter I'm still taking offers for mostly free. But you'll have to come to me. I see now what you people think I'm worth, so I'd much rather keep myself to myself and the few friends I do have.
[[She sneers coldly and cuts the feed. To those who are skilled at noting emotions, though...she's trying not to cry with frustration, disappointment, and homesickness.]]