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[[OOC: Goss and Subby are vulgar/violent/crazy. The events in this post are not required, and may or may not affect you even if you are on the ground floor.]]
[The video opens up with a beautiful view of the Mansion's ground floor. It doesn't compare at all to what the Mansion normally looks like. The shining floor and polished mirrors of the Grand Hall have been replaced with walls covered in cracking paint, and a dusty, drab, concrete floor. The lights flicker slightly and buzz incessantly.]
[Set on a stool in this very large room is an old radio set. With a crackle it begins to play a song.]
[As the opening chords play, Goss makes an appearance in a gloomy looking overcoat, his unkempt hair hanging limply around his face. With a surprising baritone voice, sweet and melodic, Goss begins to sing the lyrics, gesturing with passion.]
I don't want to set the wooorld oooonnn fiirreee....
[From his overcoat he deftly pulls out a molotov cocktail, and lights it with a snap of a match.]
I just want to staaart... a flame in your... heaaaart!
[He points at the screen briefly, then gracefully tosses the makeshift bomb into a corridor. It obediently explodes and sets a very healthy fire. As he continues to sing he pulls out more molotov cocktails and throws them into different hallways, punctuating the song with the sound of shattering glass.]
In my heart I have but ooonnnee deeee-sirreee.
[And now his "son," Subby, dressed in prim evening clothes and bow tie, with well-groomed hair, makes an appearance. The only odd thing about the boy's outfit is the flamethrower strapped to his back.]
[Goss gestures happily at him while dancing gently to the music.]
And that one is youuu...
[The ground floor is full of dancing flames by now, but Subby adds to the chaos with a long blast of his flamethrower, while Goss shuts his eyes in appreciation of the final line and the last delicate note.]
No other will doooo!
[Tthe video slowly fades to black against the lingering orange glow of a gigantic, swaying fire.]
[The video opens up with a beautiful view of the Mansion's ground floor. It doesn't compare at all to what the Mansion normally looks like. The shining floor and polished mirrors of the Grand Hall have been replaced with walls covered in cracking paint, and a dusty, drab, concrete floor. The lights flicker slightly and buzz incessantly.]
[Set on a stool in this very large room is an old radio set. With a crackle it begins to play a song.]
[As the opening chords play, Goss makes an appearance in a gloomy looking overcoat, his unkempt hair hanging limply around his face. With a surprising baritone voice, sweet and melodic, Goss begins to sing the lyrics, gesturing with passion.]
I don't want to set the wooorld oooonnn fiirreee....
[From his overcoat he deftly pulls out a molotov cocktail, and lights it with a snap of a match.]
I just want to staaart... a flame in your... heaaaart!
[He points at the screen briefly, then gracefully tosses the makeshift bomb into a corridor. It obediently explodes and sets a very healthy fire. As he continues to sing he pulls out more molotov cocktails and throws them into different hallways, punctuating the song with the sound of shattering glass.]
In my heart I have but ooonnnee deeee-sirreee.
[And now his "son," Subby, dressed in prim evening clothes and bow tie, with well-groomed hair, makes an appearance. The only odd thing about the boy's outfit is the flamethrower strapped to his back.]
[Goss gestures happily at him while dancing gently to the music.]
And that one is youuu...
[The ground floor is full of dancing flames by now, but Subby adds to the chaos with a long blast of his flamethrower, while Goss shuts his eyes in appreciation of the final line and the last delicate note.]
No other will doooo!
[Tthe video slowly fades to black against the lingering orange glow of a gigantic, swaying fire.]