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maskormenace2018-06-04 11:44 pm
crassidy) wrote in maskormenace2018-06-04 11:44 pm
01 ☘ video
[It starts with a shaky feed in a barely lit room as the communicator is placed on the table, the view briefly blocked by a bottle of whiskey before shifting over to give a slightly out of focus video of a skinny looking tattooed guy sitting on a couch in a beautifully floral ladies tee. Even out of focus, he looks entertained.]
Y’know, I once went on a week long bender, off me fuckin’ head, so I was. Ended up collpasin’ in Tijuana, woke up the next day in New York. Nooooo bloody clue how I got there, right? Like I teleported there through the magic of the Universe- although honestly, I’m pretty sure it was me mates pullin’ a fast one on me, took me feckin’ wallet and clothes and everythin’! [Chuckling to himself because apparently robbery is hilarious.] Ah, good times.
Kind of the same deal here, is it not? ‘Cept they seem to be throwin’ money at us rather than stealin’ it.
[A shifty look back and forth as his smile starts to fade, leaning towards the camera and finally coming into better focus as he arches a critical eyebrow.]
There's three possible explanations for all of this: Number one, Blade Runner, where we're actually all replicants and it's only a matter of time before some roguish bastard hunts us down and tries to kill us all. Number two, The Matrix, because Christ almighty if this isn't a glitch in the matrix, I don't know what is. Or, number three, The Island, y'know the shite one where they're harvestin' clones for their organs.
I assume all these tattoos and that are for Government clonin’ anyways. Gettin’ ready to create hundreds of us to take over the world. Clone soldiers, that’s what it is. Give folk like us homes and jobs and money and shite, get us all comfortable like, and then suddenly— Bam!— there’s a hundred other gobshites marchin’ around with your face. That’s how it starts, you know?! Feckin’ clones.
Y’know, I once went on a week long bender, off me fuckin’ head, so I was. Ended up collpasin’ in Tijuana, woke up the next day in New York. Nooooo bloody clue how I got there, right? Like I teleported there through the magic of the Universe- although honestly, I’m pretty sure it was me mates pullin’ a fast one on me, took me feckin’ wallet and clothes and everythin’! [Chuckling to himself because apparently robbery is hilarious.] Ah, good times.
Kind of the same deal here, is it not? ‘Cept they seem to be throwin’ money at us rather than stealin’ it.
[A shifty look back and forth as his smile starts to fade, leaning towards the camera and finally coming into better focus as he arches a critical eyebrow.]
There's three possible explanations for all of this: Number one, Blade Runner, where we're actually all replicants and it's only a matter of time before some roguish bastard hunts us down and tries to kill us all. Number two, The Matrix, because Christ almighty if this isn't a glitch in the matrix, I don't know what is. Or, number three, The Island, y'know the shite one where they're harvestin' clones for their organs.
I assume all these tattoos and that are for Government clonin’ anyways. Gettin’ ready to create hundreds of us to take over the world. Clone soldiers, that’s what it is. Give folk like us homes and jobs and money and shite, get us all comfortable like, and then suddenly— Bam!— there’s a hundred other gobshites marchin’ around with your face. That’s how it starts, you know?! Feckin’ clones.