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[whysomean]

[She's minding her own business, floating near a computer looking thing. She's also strumming an axe that looks like a bass guitar. Or a bass guitar that looks like an axe. And when she sings, she sounds like this]

Sometimes it gets so dark in here
stuck inside my-i-i mind
can't find away outside
even if I-i-i tried

why won't the things I'm thinking
come out the way they should
why does everything sound different
than the way I want it to?

Everything's so easy
with no one else around--

[At about this minute, she notices the little blinky light that says the camera's on. She flips out and turns it off, yelling and turning into a bat monster in fuzzy horror film vision before the feed cuts out.]

Comments

[whysomean]

What's school like anyway?

[seasaltzombie]

I don't really remember that well. [ vague fake memories given to you by a computer are fun! ] You learn some stuff, I guess.

[whysomean]

Well, yeah, but you learn stuff by doing stuff, too. I dunno, it sounds mad boring.

[seasaltzombie]

It fills the day up, more or less.

[whysomean]

I guess...

[seasaltzombie]

So I guess that means there's no such thing as vampire school.

[whysomean]

Nope! We figure our schtuff out ourselves! You know, mostly.

[There used to be schools. And cities. And people. But they're gone now...]

[seasaltzombie]

Huh. Well, I guess I did kinda have to teach myself how to use my Keyblade, so... whatever works for you.