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ooc ; crit post
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They ain't real, y'know. Think long and hard about it and you can figure it out.
Chances are you're seeing someone who meant something to you, right? Maybe they're dead, maybe they're alive, don't matter. What does matter is that they ain't real. This place just likes playing games, is all. -
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[You can hear the television playing in the background, followed by some cackling on Wolfwood's part. Clearly he's enjoying this more than he should.]
Man, whoever thought of signing him up for this is a genius!
Hey Spikey, don't go doing anything too stupid while you're stuck in there!
[There's more laughter until the recording turns off.] -
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It's over now, right? -
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You can't really be expecting me to fly one of those things. -
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I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing. -
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Seems like I missed out on a lot of fun.
Everyone all right out there? -
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Almost a week, huh?
Christ. -
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[The video pops up with fingers splayed over the screen, looks like it was turned on accidentally. Wolfwood's face comes into view through the space between his fingers; his left eye swollen shut with a bruise and his lip split, blood splattered on his face. He looks curiously at the thing for a moment before putting it away in his pocket, there's ( Read more... )