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[Hey, Vatheon. Having fun with your quests and whatnot? So is Crowley. So far he's beat up a couple of monster trees in the forest, and he's chilling near the pond. It sucked that he didn't have any of his usual powers, like flying, but he knew that as soon as the week ended, everything would be back to normal.]<

[Also, it was pretty fun seeing if people recognized him in his getup, which was colored black and green in reference to his reptilian nature.]

Hmm, I haven't worn armor since the Middle Ages...

[A slight shrug as he turns to the SFC. The letters above him read:

scaresplants (Anthony J. Crowley) lvl. 12
Dragoon
HP: 95% Mana: 67%
3 lives remaining ]

So, dear Vatheon, how goes the game for you? Really, the way you people are taking this is surprising, to say the least. This is a game. And you are supposed to do your best and try to win it.

[A smirk.] Besides, maybe who is the best at this gets a Get-Out-of-This-Place-For-Free card? C'mon, Vatheon, I want to see more competition. You guys are practically making this a piece of cake for me.

[And then a grin.] ...You don't want me to win the whole thing, do you? Well, let the best man win.

Ciao.

Current Mood: mischievous

[The video opens with something dark, like fabric, moving around on the camera. Loud huffs can be heard in the background, as if someone's running. It suddenly stops, and there's a short angry hiss before it's cut off with a loud thud, as if someone has gone and tried to hit a sack of potatoes with a baseball bat.

The SFC is finally taken out of the pocket it was in, and Crowley comes on screen, shades and neat haircut and all. In the background, a large Decadraven is lying askew on the alley wall, a strange cylindrical indentation on its chest.]

...I hate these bloody things. I wish they would stay away from me. It got what it perfectly deserved, though.

[With that last phrase, he nods towards the fallen bird, and then holds up a tire iron- wait, what? There aren't any cars in Vatheon. Well, who cares? It's the magical tire iron, now deal with it, people]

Glad I have this to give them a taste of their own medicine. Ah, what was I planning to ask. Erm... Oh, yes. Aziraphale, we need to talk. Our feline has made quite a move, and one which, I'm sure, you would dispprove of.

[The bird stirs in the background, lifting itself upon one wing, then rises above Crowley's head menacingly. The demon doesn't even turn around.]

Anyways, ciao.

[The SFC camera turns off, but there is a very loud ka-thud before the sound turns off completely.]

Current Mood: calm

[The SFC turns on, and in front of your eyes is a very stylish man with dark hair and shades, smiling slyly. When he starts speaking, his British accent and his voice are so laid-back that you could roll out a carpet on them.]

Hello, my good people. My name is Anthony J. Crowley, and I would like to know which way the exit to this place is as soon as possible.

Thank you for your interest and time, and as soon as I get the answer I will be out of here faster than a car on the Autobahn. And believe me, that is very fast.

Ciao.

[The transmission ends just as soon as it began. Crowley's not really the type of person to elaborate on eveyrthing that's happening to him, unfortunately.]

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I see God in my garden but I don't know what He said

For my heart it wasn't open

Entries tagged with ciao

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