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Well I should've known that was too good to be true.
Convince me I shouldn't take home the next warm body that makes a good case.
Convince me I shouldn't take home the next warm body that makes a good case.
corrupted your heart and you've got whatever was lurking inside of it in your memories trying to take you over to force you to try and kill the people you care about
Edited 2017-09-16 02:15 (UTC)
Okay. Keep in mind all of this is hypothetical, but here goes:
1. You receive a package addressed to you from a small corporation. Inside is what seems to be a newspaper that ought to be in terrible condition, considering the date on it reads that it's from 1899, but is in perfect condition. It's folded in half, and when you open it, there's a sketch of a young woman that your parents say looks just like you.
1. You receive a package addressed to you from a small corporation. Inside is what seems to be a newspaper that ought to be in terrible condition, considering the date on it reads that it's from 1899, but is in perfect condition. It's folded in half, and when you open it, there's a sketch of a young woman that your parents say looks just like you.
[The screen is particularly dark when the video starts, but it's a sight that Fynn would recognize immediately. The low lighting of the range, one light in the distance as a paper target zips down the line away from the viewer.
A breath in, and out, and the video is clearly from a first-person point of view, as two hands raise a familiar gun into the bottom of the screen. It's the Mateba, all right. The sound is muffled as Togusa fires the first cylinder into the top left target.
The video keeps going as Togusa reloads twice, puts six shots into two more targets each, starting to make his way around the match target. Better than he was at the start of the year. He pauses at the fourth target, his breath can be heard behind the camera, and something shifts. The video clicks off.]
A breath in, and out, and the video is clearly from a first-person point of view, as two hands raise a familiar gun into the bottom of the screen. It's the Mateba, all right. The sound is muffled as Togusa fires the first cylinder into the top left target.
The video keeps going as Togusa reloads twice, puts six shots into two more targets each, starting to make his way around the match target. Better than he was at the start of the year. He pauses at the fourth target, his breath can be heard behind the camera, and something shifts. The video clicks off.]
[It’s late, right on the edge of when people should be turning in for the night, when an unexpected message comes in from Togusa.]
Fynn. I really need you to come get me before I do something I’m going to regret.
[He gives an address in Tisse, a block away from Everyone’s Favorite Building.]
Fynn. I really need you to come get me before I do something I’m going to regret.
[He gives an address in Tisse, a block away from Everyone’s Favorite Building.]
Fynn, where are you right now? Are you busy?
[A Retrospec message, with Togusa's fantastic profile picture where he is dressed up as a Wild West Sheriff, complete with giant shiny gold badge.]
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat!
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