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deernet2021-12-10 07:41 pm
kingoftherats) wrote in deernet2021-12-10 07:41 pm
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[The video opens with a middle-aged man sitting at a bar and eating shelled peanuts out of a bowl, stopping to reach over and pass one of the nuts to the little rat sitting near him — not to be confused with his rat omen Danny, who is currently off doing god only knows what. There's a few scabbed over cuts on the man's particularly dusty face, like maybe he'd spent the afternoon crawling through some vents (spoilers: he was). Anyway...]
So, like. What's the deal with this place, anyway? Someone called it 'Lumenwood' the other day, and then someone called it 'Poofrock' or whatever, and there was someone complaining about something happening at 'Crenshaw'...? Then some other weirdo said Cassandra, which is a chick's name.
Is there actually an official name for this place or what?
Like — wheeeere the hell are we, exactly?
[Don't mind the line of rats suddenly running up to him, squeaking from where they've made a half-circle by his arm. He turns his attention to them suddenly, and talks to them instead of the video camera.]
Noooo way. It's not actually named Trench. No, dude, a trench is something you crawl through to collect possum pelts, nobody'd call a place Trench, that's lame as shit. [He stops, nods at the rats.] Okay, no — Leroy, seriously? I think I'd know what a real city name is. Especially a human one, thanks. If it were Trench, it'd be, like... Trenchadelphia. Or New Trenchy. Or, shit, maybe Trenchburgh?
[He snaps his fingers at one particular rat trying to sneak in a grab at his bowl.]
Heyheyhey, I see you eyeballing my peanuts, Susan! Back up! Back! It! Up! [He listens with disappointment intent to her small squeaks.] ... Ugh, old man still not doing too hot, huh? Fine, take some, but don't you go trading that shit for drugs; I know how high the currency is for shelled peanuts is down there. Tell Ricky I said hey, congrats on making it to four years — that's wild for a rat, man, he's gotta have some kind of deal with the devil.
[Sorry, what the fuck were we talking about again?]
... Oh!
And stop leaving your goddamn bear traps around the town, huh?! [He reaches down under the bar, picks up a particularly bloody bear trap, and shakes it at the screen.] I'm sick of stepping in them!
So, like. What's the deal with this place, anyway? Someone called it 'Lumenwood' the other day, and then someone called it 'Poofrock' or whatever, and there was someone complaining about something happening at 'Crenshaw'...? Then some other weirdo said Cassandra, which is a chick's name.
Is there actually an official name for this place or what?
Like — wheeeere the hell are we, exactly?
[Don't mind the line of rats suddenly running up to him, squeaking from where they've made a half-circle by his arm. He turns his attention to them suddenly, and talks to them instead of the video camera.]
Noooo way. It's not actually named Trench. No, dude, a trench is something you crawl through to collect possum pelts, nobody'd call a place Trench, that's lame as shit. [He stops, nods at the rats.] Okay, no — Leroy, seriously? I think I'd know what a real city name is. Especially a human one, thanks. If it were Trench, it'd be, like... Trenchadelphia. Or New Trenchy. Or, shit, maybe Trenchburgh?
[He snaps his fingers at one particular rat trying to sneak in a grab at his bowl.]
Heyheyhey, I see you eyeballing my peanuts, Susan! Back up! Back! It! Up! [He listens with disappointment intent to her small squeaks.] ... Ugh, old man still not doing too hot, huh? Fine, take some, but don't you go trading that shit for drugs; I know how high the currency is for shelled peanuts is down there. Tell Ricky I said hey, congrats on making it to four years — that's wild for a rat, man, he's gotta have some kind of deal with the devil.
[Sorry, what the fuck were we talking about again?]
... Oh!
And stop leaving your goddamn bear traps around the town, huh?! [He reaches down under the bar, picks up a particularly bloody bear trap, and shakes it at the screen.] I'm sick of stepping in them!
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But it always seems to be that the wrong one gets stabbed so maybe I'm not me until there's one?
It's really confusing at times, honestly.
I try very hard to just stab things and not think about it.
Much better motto if you ask me when it comes to fighting monsters.
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Got it.
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I don't like getting gished, so I don't think too much.
It works nicely.