[It's hard all right. The first time you get hurt in a way that sticks, that a Band-Aid and a kiss from mother won't smooth over and you begin to wonder what else can break. What else will bend until it cracks and refuse to get back into place?
You sort the basement out. The blood is disturbing and the smell claws at your nostrils, and the pain in your legs is fierce. You should probably wrap that up soon, just in case.
It's as you're replacing a crapped out transistor radio that you notice the stamp on the crate has changed. The message is short and simple.
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE ❚❚❚❚❚❚ ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚
Except it's not the name you're hiding now. It's something else. Something you've never heard in all your life, so why is your gut in such a twist?
The radio crackles, and the Platters croon out a sombre tune.
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender Adrift in a world of my own I've played the game but to my real shame You've left me to grieve all alone...
There's a mad cackling ringing out over the music, a viciously gleeful voice that comes through clear as day.]
Knock knock, Anders! Knock knock, guess who, you sad sack of shit!
You better go on and git now, Anders, or else the going will get GOOD, you bet it will! I'll kill you like I killed Yves, and I'll kill little Jenny and Del too! Just you wait, buddy oh boy, we'll have a real gasser! We'll have a laugh! Just you wait you stupid fuck!
[The laughter rises, high and hard as Tony Williams laments his own foolishness on a a lonesome tune. Static sparks again, and the radio cuts out. Dead once more.]
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You sort the basement out. The blood is disturbing and the smell claws at your nostrils, and the pain in your legs is fierce. You should probably wrap that up soon, just in case.
It's as you're replacing a crapped out transistor radio that you notice the stamp on the crate has changed. The message is short and simple.
❚❚❚❚❚❚ ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚
Except it's not the name you're hiding now. It's something else. Something you've never heard in all your life, so why is your gut in such a twist?
The radio crackles, and the Platters croon out a sombre tune.
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone...
There's a mad cackling ringing out over the music, a viciously gleeful voice that comes through clear as day.]
Knock knock, Anders! Knock knock, guess who, you sad sack of shit!
You better go on and git now, Anders, or else the going will get GOOD, you bet it will! I'll kill you like I killed Yves, and I'll kill little Jenny and Del too! Just you wait, buddy oh boy, we'll have a real gasser! We'll have a laugh! Just you wait you stupid fuck!
[The laughter rises, high and hard as Tony Williams laments his own foolishness on a a lonesome tune. Static sparks again, and the radio cuts out. Dead once more.]