Nicholas D. Wolfwood (
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[Video - Mushroom Samba Virus] Sandwich Funeral
[The camera opens with a rustling of pages; his device is clearly a book, one he's trying to keep from closing on itself by folding it open and sticking it deeply enough in the sand to hold its position. The scene is nothing but desert sand every which way, with a motorbike and a large cloth-wrapped cross (around 7 feet tall) in the nearby background.]
It may be a little blasphemous for his funeral rites to be performed by the one who killed him, but there isn't a village or a Chaplain for iles, and his family deserves closure.
[As he says this, he holds up a half-eaten slice of bread with what looks like peanut butter in one hand, and a baggie of uneaten bread from which the slice likely came in another. Continuing his lament, he plops the 'family' bag down unceremoniously, all while treating the 'dead man' slice very gingerly. He holds it in one carefully flat, open palm, the other hand digging a hole in the sand, meant to be its grave.]
I've never seen bread so lively before in the natural world, so this must be related to you, Community. That doesn't excuse what I've done, but I thought that you should be involved. That you'd want to be involved. [With a sigh, he lowers the half eaten slice down into the shallow little hole and begins taking out the other slices of bread, lying them around appropriately.] Ashes to ashes, ducks to ducks...
Would anybody like to say a few words?
[His attention turns to one of the slices of bread in attendance, frowning awkwardly but no less deeply as it lies there inanimately and certainly not saying a thing. Still, he nods on occasion, shifting uncomfortably until finally speaking again.] Yes. Yes, I'm sure the rest of the family also has many memories to share... Ah, and if anybody out there [He gestures to the camera.] would like to speak, even if you can't be here in person, I'm sure it would mean a lot.
It may be a little blasphemous for his funeral rites to be performed by the one who killed him, but there isn't a village or a Chaplain for iles, and his family deserves closure.
[As he says this, he holds up a half-eaten slice of bread with what looks like peanut butter in one hand, and a baggie of uneaten bread from which the slice likely came in another. Continuing his lament, he plops the 'family' bag down unceremoniously, all while treating the 'dead man' slice very gingerly. He holds it in one carefully flat, open palm, the other hand digging a hole in the sand, meant to be its grave.]
I've never seen bread so lively before in the natural world, so this must be related to you, Community. That doesn't excuse what I've done, but I thought that you should be involved. That you'd want to be involved. [With a sigh, he lowers the half eaten slice down into the shallow little hole and begins taking out the other slices of bread, lying them around appropriately.] Ashes to ashes, ducks to ducks...
Would anybody like to say a few words?
[His attention turns to one of the slices of bread in attendance, frowning awkwardly but no less deeply as it lies there inanimately and certainly not saying a thing. Still, he nods on occasion, shifting uncomfortably until finally speaking again.] Yes. Yes, I'm sure the rest of the family also has many memories to share... Ah, and if anybody out there [He gestures to the camera.] would like to speak, even if you can't be here in person, I'm sure it would mean a lot.