えゔえん いf tへ symぼls あれ いん じゃぱねせ、 い しょうld stいll べ あblえ と-- おh、 へll。
おk、 まyべ のt。 lえt's try sぺあきんg と tへ だmん tひんg tへん。
[voice]
...wherever the hell I am, it sure was considerate of someone to leave a computer for me. Even if I can't type on the goddamn thing.
I guess I'm in Japan? Just a wild, wild guess. On account of the keyboard. And everything outside, when I stuck my head out the window.
I mean, I think it's Japan. I... I don't know what I'm doing here, though. Unless this is supposed to be Hell? If Hell looks like Japan, then I guess I've done okay - there's a lot less fire and brimstone than I was expecting, that's for sure.
Even if it is smoky outside. I guess someone's having a bonfire. Or a barbecue. I don't know.
[after rambling at length, she sighs. it's a big, deep sigh.]
I'm alive, then? I want to say all of what happened was a dream, but...
It wasn't, was it?
Is there anyone even listening to me? I kind of looked at the place where all my imaginary friends were, but none of you were making any sense. Either you've all gone crazy, or I have. Or I'm more crazy.
Maybe I'm dreaming again now, and everything's still happening.
I remember, though. I remember him killing me.
So why am I here? Wherever here is.
[there's silence for a while, and then]
...shit.
[click]
おk、 まyべ のt。 lえt's try sぺあきんg と tへ だmん tひんg tへん。
[voice]
...wherever the hell I am, it sure was considerate of someone to leave a computer for me. Even if I can't type on the goddamn thing.
I guess I'm in Japan? Just a wild, wild guess. On account of the keyboard. And everything outside, when I stuck my head out the window.
I mean, I think it's Japan. I... I don't know what I'm doing here, though. Unless this is supposed to be Hell? If Hell looks like Japan, then I guess I've done okay - there's a lot less fire and brimstone than I was expecting, that's for sure.
Even if it is smoky outside. I guess someone's having a bonfire. Or a barbecue. I don't know.
[after rambling at length, she sighs. it's a big, deep sigh.]
I'm alive, then? I want to say all of what happened was a dream, but...
It wasn't, was it?
Is there anyone even listening to me? I kind of looked at the place where all my imaginary friends were, but none of you were making any sense. Either you've all gone crazy, or I have. Or I'm more crazy.
Maybe I'm dreaming again now, and everything's still happening.
I remember, though. I remember him killing me.
So why am I here? Wherever here is.
[there's silence for a while, and then]
...shit.
[click]
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