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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

[makewayforroze]

You really feel so alone?

[mightletyouknowme]

Just make friends.

[whysomean]

No! It's the-- whatever this thing is called. Viruses or whatever.

[whysomean]

Go away!

[makewayforroze]

Why did it pick that song for you?

[mightletyouknowme]

Eh?! It's real advice!

[seasaltzombie]

[ .... :( ]

Is everything okay?

[whysomean]

I'm a vampire not a DJ. How the lump should I know?

[whysomean]

And you're real annoying.

[whysomean]

I need to put some duck tape over my compy. But yeah, I'm good.

[mightletyouknowme]

What's your problem?!

[whysomean]

What've you got?

[seasaltzombie]

It always picks the worst times. I hope taping over it works.

... Did you write that yourself?

[whysomean]

No! Um. It must've been one of those community things, you know?

[seasaltzombie]

[ HMM... ]

Oh. Actually, I have noticed there's been a lot of people singing lately.

[whysomean]

Yeah, me too! I've gotten a bunch stuck up in my head.

[seasaltzombie]

Weird. So you think it's just making people suddenly wanna burst into song for no reason?

[whysomean]

Yup. And they've got back up singers, too!

[seasaltzombie]

Almost reminds me of Atlantica. Only with a lot less water.

[whysomean]

What, under the ocean?

[seasaltzombie]

Uh-huh.

[whysomean]

How'd you sing without bubbling?

[seasaltzombie]

Uh. Gills, I guess? I dunno, it's a bit of a strange world.

[whysomean]

Dude, they all are!

[seasaltzombie]

Heh, you've got a point there. But I think there's degrees of strangeness to them all.

[whysomean]

I know, can you believe there's worlds that have schools on them?

[seasaltzombie]

Honestly, I almost miss being on a world that has a school.

[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.