[111] HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN. // VIDEO
[SAY HELLO TO REX. He's wearing a name tag that says "Richard," which is, incidentally, his real name. He's hiding in the store room of the coffee shop, surrounded by COFFEE BEANS GALORE. Also, those who are particularly attentive may notice the rudimentary beginnings of a doomsday device of some kind in the background, cobbled together from coffee maker parts and other things. There's the sound of a morning rush crowd outside. He looks over his shoulder nervously, then leans close to the camera and hisses:]
What's the point of this port? If this is to make me miss the life I could have had, then it certainly isn't working. Right now it looks like my options in life were to either be a brilliant scientist, surpassing all of my peers, and enjoying incredible success.
Or.
Work in a coffee shop! Get yelled at by... mediocre, career middle-managers who will never amount to more than their cubicles!
[He narrows his eyes.] I have two PhDs. Two. I would think that having one would make me exempt from customer service for the remainder of my life. [Oh Rex, you naive bastard. He hmphs.] Perhaps my counterpart would have done better had he not majored in Poetry, with a minor in Philosophy.
[He straightens up and looks over at the door, as though sensing his time is running out. He's about to turn off the camera and leave, but not without one final parting whine:]
They made me bake LEMON SQUARES today!
[SO AFFRONTED. Click.]
[OOC: FEEL FREE TO SPAM AS COFFEE SHOP CUSTOMERS. HARASS REX. He deserves it.]
What's the point of this port? If this is to make me miss the life I could have had, then it certainly isn't working. Right now it looks like my options in life were to either be a brilliant scientist, surpassing all of my peers, and enjoying incredible success.
Or.
Work in a coffee shop! Get yelled at by... mediocre, career middle-managers who will never amount to more than their cubicles!
[He narrows his eyes.] I have two PhDs. Two. I would think that having one would make me exempt from customer service for the remainder of my life. [Oh Rex, you naive bastard. He hmphs.] Perhaps my counterpart would have done better had he not majored in Poetry, with a minor in Philosophy.
[He straightens up and looks over at the door, as though sensing his time is running out. He's about to turn off the camera and leave, but not without one final parting whine:]
They made me bake LEMON SQUARES today!
[SO AFFRONTED. Click.]
[OOC: FEEL FREE TO SPAM AS COFFEE SHOP CUSTOMERS. HARASS REX. He deserves it.]