[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

[visceral chewing sounds and grunting, before the sound of something clattering on an empty plate]

I was eating meat exponentially more delicious than this, on board my own ship, watching Japan burn. Now, I'm stuck eating the scraps. Chewing on marrow. It's not glamourous. But I'm so hungry.

And the drums are still there, constantly pounding away. [

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[blindearthgirl]

I'm sure there's a therapist around here somewhere.

[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

Therapy? Why would I want that?

[flashing sound]

All I need is more life. To never die. Fuel for the fire.

[Voice]<---- I always forget this part.

[blindearthgirl]

Crazies usually don't like therapy, you're right.

And you remind me of a couple of crazies. Maybe you should get together and have a crazy party, and leave us alone.

[Voice] No prob. If you use it once, I assume you're making a voice post then on.

[mastertemplate]

And the wrong don't like to admit they're not right. You're only human. What could you know about madness?

What could you know about the drums that have been there in my head every moment of my life? I'm not mad. I'm not ill or sick or crazed. I just want answers. I just want to own my life.

And own yours. And own everyone and own everything.

[Voice]

[nonomoribird]

If you are hungry, I can bring you food.

If you are injured, I can heal you.

[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

What?

ooc: really, you have just left him bewildered. well done. XD

[Voice]

[nonomoribird]

Was I unclear?

[ooc: WHOO. \o/ This is Yorda, though. She tends to take things quite literally.]

[Voice]

[mastertemplate]

I'm just not used to such hospitality. At least, not recently.

The healing I look for is something you can't provide. No one else can, except one.

Of course, if you really want to help, you can bring me some food. Meat, if possible.

[tenshinomakai]

...there are a lot of people who can heal. It's a matter of what's wrong with you.

[mastertemplate]

There's nothing wrong with me. In fact, there's only right with me. I see wrong everywhere else. That's why I'm trying so hard to make sure everyone will see things my way. I'm quite the humanitarian.

[tenshinomakai]

Most people don't go looking for a cure when they're perfectly fine, but, sure...okay.

What were you just eating?

[mastertemplate]

I'm well and good. It's the world that needs a cure, and I've got it.

Nothing of consequence. Not anymore, anyway.

[voice]

[cowardly_hero]

To stop drumming?

Have you tried earplugs?

[voice] wow that icon is perfect XD

[mastertemplate]

I've done everything. Earplugs, headphones, soundproof chambers, Raxacoricofallapatorian ear poisons. But I don't hear the drums from the outside. I hear them, but I feel them. They're inside. They are a part of me. Of my mind. They never stop as long as I'm alive.

[voice]

[cowardly_hero]

I can't believe I'm sayin' this but have you tried meditation? I hear that stuff is supposed to take you outta mind... or was it body? Something ridiculous like that.

[voice]

[mastertemplate]

[empty, annoyance-filled silence]

Are you saying I'm out of my mind? Saying that I'm crazy?

[dothevoice]

I'm afraid not.

[mastertemplate]

No one by the name of Doctor lives here?

[dothevoice]

I'm quite sure you can find a doctor if you need one so badly.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's off his rocker. XD

[mastertemplate]

I don't need A doctor. What doctor can heal the drums, stop the beat, stop the noise, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, heal, cure, slice, suture, cauterize, burn, clean, kill, and kill, and kill...