21 March 2013 @ 10:22 am
[video]  
[the feed turns on to show Charles standing in a HUGE room somewhere in Mordhaus, stone walls and flying buttresses vaulting up into forever. various crates are stacked around, some ceiling-high, and he's standing next to a massive, burly man dressed like an executioner in a cut-off t-shirt with a clipboard]

... I see. And you found them behind the cases of pickups from EMG? ... Well, they never did sell. My fault, really. The boys hit the big time right near the end of the craze, and it ... died faster than it was projected to.

[he sighs.]

Fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do with five hundred crates of assorted Dethklok POGs?
 
 
05 January 2013 @ 04:02 pm
(video)  
[Charles is seated at his very large, impressive desk, idly clicking a ballpoint pen as he talks on the phone] Uh huh. .... Yes. ..... Yes, by all means, bring the pie. We love pie here. Oh, but... leave the mayor out of it. He... Well. No offense, but he and William don't.... They don't mesh well. .... Thank you for underst- yes. Yes, for the best, exactly. .... Mmhm. We'll see you then. Bye now.

[once he hangs up, he looks down at his monitor, at the feed.]. Sorry for keeping you. That last call, he.... He tends to run a little long even on a good day. Anyway, my schedule is a little slower than usual today, so I figured it was high time I did a little, uh, research. What's the biggest impact the community has had on you? I'm not looking for New Age emotional answers, I mean direct effect. Not just viruses, but.... Well, anything. Someone recently told me this was much more than an information network, and I'm looking to find out just how much more..... If you'd be kind enough to, ah, oblige me? I'd appreciate it. Maybe I can even work out a way to send you something for your efforts.

["something" will probably be a hoodie, a coffee mug, or a gift card to Hot Topic. promo swag is serious business]
 
 
16 November 2012 @ 09:35 pm
[video feed / canon push]  
Trigger warning for animated gore in video & descriptions )
 
 
08 September 2012 @ 03:43 pm
[Video]  
[The feed cuts in on... Finland. What? Nathan stands at a podium about to deliver a ****ing speech.]

Cut for video )

[As a tree flies past Nathan's head he turns and looks up to see... a ****ing troll]

****.

((OOC: Feed will cut out at 3:58. Small bump for Nathan and Charles. As always **** = curses censored by guitar screech. Are all those rolling black clouds and the freaking troll a result of Nathan Explosion's most brutal singing or that empathetic environment virus going around? That's for you to decide.

Hint: It's not the virus

Also I highly encourage you to watch the rest of the episode. Enjoy!
))
 
 
23 July 2012 @ 01:36 am
[accidental audio/video]  
[The audio cuts in on the sound of two large doors being pulled open. There are a few muffled voices that stop as someone near the feed starts talking] Ooookay before we, ah... go out there... here are your Dethphones. [The darkness is cut by flickering firelight as the flaps of the box containing the phones transmitting the feed are opened, revealing an extremely dark and brutal room. Standing above the box is a bespectacled man in a grey suit and red tie. Charles smirks slightly as he points out one of the phones to the four men standing around the box] Here you go. There’s yours. [A soft chuckle as a man with long brown hair picks up one of the phones, revealing it to be covered in wicked looking spikes of various lengths with a chain hanging from the bottom]

I don’t know what dat is. [The blond man gives Charles a dubious look]


[Charles holds up an advertisement for Dethphones, with the five members of Dethklok standing around looking quite brutal under the blood red letters.] Don’t you, ah, remember making this deal?

[A man with red dreadlocks combed over his receding hairline shrugs] Nope. Were we drunk?

[Charles looks over at him, raising an eyebrow. honestly, did Pickles even need to ask?]
Yes. Yes, you were, actually.

This is heavy. [The man with long brown hair holds the phone up to his face, one of the bigger spikes pressing into his cheek.] It hurts my face. Boy I really hates it.

Well. It’s, ah, your design. You may have been drunk but you made a very convincing case to me, so.

[A large man with long black hair points at Charles. Nathan’s voice is little more than a growl as he speaks] Alright. You know we get really really excited about really bad ideas when we drink. And it’s your job to talk us out of it, right?

[Charles’ eyes turn to Nathan, and he keeps his tone level, one eyebrow raised.] Oh I tried. I tried very hard but you all threatened to kill me, if you don’t remember.

So? Big deal. Dose threats aren’t new.

Mmm-hmm. Noted. Anyway, look. [Charles looks over the contract in his hands] You’re on the band plan and “weekend murder minutes” start at 11 PM. How do you like that?

[Nathan stares at Charles] Waitaminute nighttime minutes start at 11 pm? Oh that’s brutal.

Well, it was your idea.

[A voice comes from the other side of the bus] Well they suck. [pause] I approve.

[Nathan sighs and picks up one of the phones, stalking off to to the next room to grab a beer before that **** speech Charles was making him give. He glances down and sees... ducks. What the ****. He stops dead in his tracks.]

Charles. Charles?! [pause] Charles why the **** are there ducks on my phone?

((OOC: Red is Charles and Green is Nathan. Anything in Italics is the rest of the band. **** is a guitar-riff censored swear. Feel free to recognize the boys and have at it! :D))