02. ( video; action for whoever wants it )
[ What do Russias dream offff when they take a little Russian snoooozzeee? Do they dream of America wallowing in a waste pooooolll? Okay enough of that nonsense. Back to what is actually happening.
A certain door on the first floor of the mansion is cracked open. Aroom that looks like it belongs in a grand palace, although it isn't adorned with any of the usual extravagance. Actually it looks kinda like a conference room but never mind that. Venture inside and you'll find a wardrobe. Linda is reading this and knows exactly where I'm going with it. The video shows what's inside that wardrobe:
You are now in SOVIET NARNIA. Actually it just looks like a snowy forest. But this is Russia's dream, meaning that there's gotta be something fucked up about it somewhere. And that comes in when you realize that it's not snow falling.
It's ash.
And that forest you're standing is in what is supposed to be upstate New York. ENJOY YOUR NUCLEAR WINTER, AMERICA. AHAHAHAHA.
Russia is just smiling serenely on screen as he steps out of the wardrobe and back into the room. He shakes his head free of a few "flakes" as he takes a swig of vodka. There is always a reason to drink vodka. Suddenly his smile tightens a bit. ]
Am unsure if this is a pleasant dream or not. [ or if it's a dream within a dream. CUE INCEPTION MUSIC (no, please don't). He turns to face the video. ] Regardless, we all have to wake up some time! May as well enjoy it while it lasts!
[ Let's make things more bizarre. Out of the wardrobe floats what looks like a bastardized cross between the Sputnik and the Space Core from Portal 2. And it is talking about space. No surprise.
COME, LET US FROLIC IN THE SOVIET NARNIA. ]
A certain door on the first floor of the mansion is cracked open. Aroom that looks like it belongs in a grand palace, although it isn't adorned with any of the usual extravagance. Actually it looks kinda like a conference room but never mind that. Venture inside and you'll find a wardrobe. Linda is reading this and knows exactly where I'm going with it. The video shows what's inside that wardrobe:
You are now in SOVIET NARNIA. Actually it just looks like a snowy forest. But this is Russia's dream, meaning that there's gotta be something fucked up about it somewhere. And that comes in when you realize that it's not snow falling.
It's ash.
And that forest you're standing is in what is supposed to be upstate New York. ENJOY YOUR NUCLEAR WINTER, AMERICA. AHAHAHAHA.
Russia is just smiling serenely on screen as he steps out of the wardrobe and back into the room. He shakes his head free of a few "flakes" as he takes a swig of vodka. There is always a reason to drink vodka. Suddenly his smile tightens a bit. ]
Am unsure if this is a pleasant dream or not. [ or if it's a dream within a dream. CUE INCEPTION MUSIC (no, please don't). He turns to face the video. ] Regardless, we all have to wake up some time! May as well enjoy it while it lasts!
[ Let's make things more bizarre. Out of the wardrobe floats what looks like a bastardized cross between the Sputnik and the Space Core from Portal 2. And it is talking about space. No surprise.
COME, LET US FROLIC IN THE SOVIET NARNIA. ]