133 is the nickname of Craig Jones

[onlyanapple]

Dear Paradisa;

If you expect me to do menial labour in order to live in this latest twisted little nightmare of yours, you have another thing coming. Anthony Crowley does not work for his bread. Or his wine. Or for anything.

Oh, and by the way, your choice of room-mate for me? A rock would have been more useful and wanted.

Die in a hole,

Comments

dictated

[waterproofed]

Aren't you just a pleasant ray of sunshine?

[waterproofed]

I donno, man. You'd have to do something really bad to deserve that.

[onlyanapple]

Depends on your definition of "bad"

[waterproofed]

[pause as he thinks about all the stuff that was being punished for in the Underworld]

I figure you did something bad with music if having a musical life is your punishment.

[onlyanapple]

Nope, nice try, though.

Do you have the Bible in your world?

[waterproofed]

Yeah. [a pause] Let me guess: you're one of the people in it, right?

[onlyanapple]

I am. From quite early on in it.

[waterproofed]

[the sad thing is he isn't that surprised]

Sure. Why not.

[onlyanapple]

[This bodes well for him]

You're taking that better than most.

[waterproofed]

Yeah. My life's just that messed up.

[onlyanapple]

You're one of many around here, then.

[waterproofed]

Yeah. No surprise there.

[onlyanapple]

So, when did you turn up?

[waterproofed]

Just got here. [yes. his life sucks that much]

[onlyanapple]

You haven't seen Paradisa in all it's castle-glory.

That'll be fun for you.

[waterproofed]

I'm kinda psyched about seeing a castle, gotta say.