[Video] In which Once-ler life is made of pain and cruel irony

[howbadcanibe]

[Look at you all with fluffy and colorful tiny wings, Once-ler would love to have those. Sadly, the community decided that he deserved to have wings with axe blades instead of fluffy feathers. He looks pained when he finally speaks.]

C-can someone help me to wraps those somehow? There's no one else here, I can't reach properly and well...

[He's cutting himself all the time by accident, hence the blood on his vest, hands and back. He gives the camera a miserable look.]

Comments

[howbadcanibe]

No, my family lives far away now and they wouldn't help much even if they were here. The animals stay away from anything that resembles an axe and I have no idea where's the Lorax.

[the_visitor]

And yet you chose to live in such a remote place, away from your own kind. Perhaps your seclusion has lead to your unfortunate experience.

[howbadcanibe]

I was looking for the perfect material to make my thneed and I find it there. That's why i left. I wanted to prove my family that I could be successful at something.

There are villages a few kilometers ago, but they don't know about the comma and people might think I'm some sort of freak if they see the wings.

[the_visitor]

Hardship is often necessary before a success.

Perhaps your world is in need of a bit more understanding.

Which do you prefer, the village or your current home?

[howbadcanibe]

Very true.

You are probably right.

I don't know anybody there and I really like the valley. So here.

[the_visitor]

What do you like about it?

[howbadcanibe]

No tells me I'm a disappointment all the day.

[the_visitor]

Is that your definition of happiness?

[howbadcanibe]

It's a good start in my book.

[the_visitor]

I hope your book grows a bit, then.

[howbadcanibe]

...

Thanks?