Eridan: Be a Human.

[wweh]

(action: 1445 Mitchell, mid-afternoon)

[Eridan woke up... oddly, in one piece. The last thing he remembered was being split the fuck in half by Kanaya. Maybe it was that weird ghost bullshit that caused him to feel whole again, or maybe something else entirely. Not magic though. No way in hell it could be magic. That stuff's a load of musclebeast crap. So, he goes to get himself ready for the day... His normal clothes were missing. Rather odd, and they're rather ugly to him. His fear and anger only grow when he gets to the bathroom to get himself ready, noticing that he's an ugly shade of pink. Human pink. He screams rather loudly, as he runs out of the bathroom to figure out exactly what the hell is going on here.]


(phone, sometime later}

Alright, now who the fuckin' hell brought me back to life as a fuckin' pink human abomination! You're gonna fuckin' pay for it! Leave me your name so I can go for you fuckin' first when I smite all you landdwellers! If you think you can be desecratin' such royalty by makin' me some kind of ugly pink human alien, you've got another thing comin'!

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[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[He just comes home when he hears an awful racket. He slams the door shut to let the apparently non-droned member of his household know of his presence.]

Monsieur, I zhink it would be of your best interest if you kept your voice down.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

Who the fuck are you? Some kind of human lusus?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

I am, according to zhis place, your "fazzer". If you are looking for a name, you may call me Spy. I will not inquire about zhe zhing you 'ave just called me, for I do not care. Just quiet down; if you 'ave any questions, I suppose I could answer zhem to zhe best of my ability.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

Okay then, if you have all the answers I best be fuckin' taking advantage of that.

What is this place? And why am I not a fuckin' troll anymore?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

You are now in a town called "Mayfield". You must play zhe role zhe town 'as given you - in zhis case, one of zhe children of zhis 'ouse'old - or else you could be subject to "droning". Droning is zhe process of brainwashing, I suppose you could say, to make you believe zhat zhis town is truly magnificent and zhat you 'ave lived 'ere your whole life.

I am assuming zhat somezhing 'as changed about your appearance, since I do not know what a troll is. Zhis 'as occurred because in zhis town, you 'ave lived 'ere your whole life, meaning zhat your body must be zhat of zhe child who lives in zhis 'ouse, not whatever you used to be.

[misterwwizard.livejournal.com]

So you're tellin' me I'm stuck in some other fuckin' kid's body playin' their session of whatever game their in? That's pretty fuckin' fishy if you ask me.


Well if they want me to be fuckin' role playin' this shit out then I'll do just that. I'll show this fuckin' town how those on the top of the hemospectrum fuckin' live it up.

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Well, it is up to you whezzer or not you will believe my words. I am not 'ere to convince you, but to inform you.

Wise choice. Ozzerwise, you may find yourself in a worse position zhan zhe one you are in now.