[Voice; Traceable to Mark Cook]
[The feed cuts on and the only thing audible is screaming. Although, the man isn't in pain- No, no, no. That sound, my friends, is the sound of sheer terror. Determined from the pitch it sounds like it may be a man in his mid thirties, but don't let that screaming distract you from the heavy breathing that is becoming more, and more apparent. The voice that speaks next sounds a bit distorted, but every word is spoken with a slight lilt despite the tone. ]
L a d y b i r d, L a d y b i r d….
F-l-y your way home
Your house is on fire
And your children will burn
What HELL hath wrought
Only the children may be forgot.
[ The screaming lasts a few more seconds before the feed cuts to complete silence. Continue to enjoy your heat wave, ladies and gentlemen. ]
((OoC: ENJOY THIS EXTREMELY WEIRD NPC POST ON YOUR NETWORK. There's a first time for everything. His NV will be left in his apartment along with his body. If you do happen to find him he'll be duct taped to a chair, with a piece of straw left in his clenched fist.
Also, Scarecrow may or may not reply to posts, it all depends on what you say- So, uh... Feel free to be freaked out together? Threadhop away?))