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maskormenace2014-03-06 12:16 pm
will_be_shot) wrote in maskormenace2014-03-06 12:16 pm
Entry I [ Voice ]
[ The audio feed starts, buzzing idly for a few seconds before a male voice manages a very dignified harrumph. The voice in questions sounds incredibly British once it starts to speak, and positively oozes with pretentious arrogance. ]
My dearest fellow “imPorts”,
Such an impersonal term, is it not?
No matter. If I might have a moment of your time, there is a story I would like to tell you; a fable so to speak.
[ A beat. ]
Imagine, if you will, a very large and very diligent pack of wolves. Their leader, though stalwart and fearless, if not all that intelligent, was deeply troubled, for hunger was rife amongst his loyal followers despite their efforts.
Adamant to find a remedy to this ill, the brave leader sought out the fortune-telling seer of the forest, an ancient blind owl. Unfortunately, the avian mystic only increased his concern, as she merely foretold him the imminent arrival of an ominous evil. How was he to solve this issue then, feeding his people whilst preparing for battle?
It was then when the pack ran across a cunning, intelligent, and fiendishly handsome fox. You see, over the years this charming canine had amassed a wealth of knowledge concerning the forest and its inhabitants, including prey. In his boundless generosity, he was willing to share this knowledge in exchange for the minor favour of becoming the leader's secondant. The leader, obviously seeing the immense wisdom in this humble offer, agreed to it.
Thus so it went. The fox would lead his new subjects to their targets, and in return be free to gorge himself upon the finest of their spoils; all choice pieces and any captured voluptuous vixens thrown his way.
[ He pauses for a moment. Might’ve tried a little too hard on that last one, oh well. ]
He was, as I have heard some of the locals mention, “living the life”, so to speak.
Now then, how would you imagine this innocent fox feels when all of this is suddenly taken from him? [ His voice begins to rise. ] Brought out of the forest - without his consent no less! - to be branded as some pet and forced to perform tricks he quite frankly does not want to do? Did it ever cross your dimwitted minds, that he really has no interest in being your hero!?
[ A drawn out sigh, and he is calm again. ]
Ever so curious for your thoughts.
My dearest fellow “imPorts”,
Such an impersonal term, is it not?
No matter. If I might have a moment of your time, there is a story I would like to tell you; a fable so to speak.
[ A beat. ]
Imagine, if you will, a very large and very diligent pack of wolves. Their leader, though stalwart and fearless, if not all that intelligent, was deeply troubled, for hunger was rife amongst his loyal followers despite their efforts.
Adamant to find a remedy to this ill, the brave leader sought out the fortune-telling seer of the forest, an ancient blind owl. Unfortunately, the avian mystic only increased his concern, as she merely foretold him the imminent arrival of an ominous evil. How was he to solve this issue then, feeding his people whilst preparing for battle?
It was then when the pack ran across a cunning, intelligent, and fiendishly handsome fox. You see, over the years this charming canine had amassed a wealth of knowledge concerning the forest and its inhabitants, including prey. In his boundless generosity, he was willing to share this knowledge in exchange for the minor favour of becoming the leader's secondant. The leader, obviously seeing the immense wisdom in this humble offer, agreed to it.
Thus so it went. The fox would lead his new subjects to their targets, and in return be free to gorge himself upon the finest of their spoils; all choice pieces and any captured voluptuous vixens thrown his way.
[ He pauses for a moment. Might’ve tried a little too hard on that last one, oh well. ]
He was, as I have heard some of the locals mention, “living the life”, so to speak.
Now then, how would you imagine this innocent fox feels when all of this is suddenly taken from him? [ His voice begins to rise. ] Brought out of the forest - without his consent no less! - to be branded as some pet and forced to perform tricks he quite frankly does not want to do? Did it ever cross your dimwitted minds, that he really has no interest in being your hero!?
[ A drawn out sigh, and he is calm again. ]
Ever so curious for your thoughts.
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Why you wound me, good lad; I was merely regaling the lot of you with a tale from my home.
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And what a tale it is; the sort that declares your discontent at being torn away from your home. Understandable, of course -- if that tale did not also infer questionable imagery.