05-28-2015, 11:37 PM
Previously...
Location: Unknown. Time: Ages ago.
Heibegsyr, his body obscured by a tan cloak, walks alone in the middle of a sandstorm. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but sand. Sand on the ground. Sand in the sky. Sand in his eyes. His skin is blistered and cut, and he's making slow progress against the wind.
Of course you would! OF COURSE!
Oh let's go out in the big freakin' miniture-rock-blizzard-SANDSTORM-whatever.
Who cares?! Sand, tiny rocks, they're in m'nose, m'eyes, m'ears, under m'skin-I doubt they care what I call them-GENIUS.
LISTEN. CRAPPY MIND-GUY. I'VE VERY LITTLE TIME FOR THIS SINCE I'M BUSY DYING TO NATURE STONING ME TO DEATH.
OH'LL YOU SHADDUP ALREADY AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD-or maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, you can ACTually be of SOME DAMN USE TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE OR UNLIFE OR WHATEVER THE HELL-okaylet'snotgetofftrackhereyeah? You're gettin' me outta here with whatever CRAPPY VOODOO NONSENSE you've got. I'm all outta juice but I'm sURE you can come up with SOMEthing.
...
No? Whaddyameanno?
Hey, unless you wanna find yourself 'nother head to go YELLIN' IN, I sugGEST you FIND a WAY t' FIX thIS.
Oh will you look at that? The sandstorm's clearin'. Nothankstoyou.
What the hell do I even call you? I'm sure you've got yourself a name somewhere in that mess of thoughts.
...Oh?
Hm. Not as interestin' as I'd hoped. Actually, that's hella boring.
I'll just call you Jimbo.
No?
Murphy?
No?
Fine, have 't your way... Useless freakin' mind-guy...
Location: Unknown. Time: Ages ago.
Heibegsyr, his body obscured by a tan cloak, walks alone in the middle of a sandstorm. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but sand. Sand on the ground. Sand in the sky. Sand in his eyes. His skin is blistered and cut, and he's making slow progress against the wind.
Of course you would! OF COURSE!
Oh let's go out in the big freakin' miniture-rock-blizzard-SANDSTORM-whatever.
Who cares?! Sand, tiny rocks, they're in m'nose, m'eyes, m'ears, under m'skin-I doubt they care what I call them-GENIUS.
LISTEN. CRAPPY MIND-GUY. I'VE VERY LITTLE TIME FOR THIS SINCE I'M BUSY DYING TO NATURE STONING ME TO DEATH.
OH'LL YOU SHADDUP ALREADY AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD-or maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, you can ACTually be of SOME DAMN USE TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE OR UNLIFE OR WHATEVER THE HELL-okaylet'snotgetofftrackhereyeah? You're gettin' me outta here with whatever CRAPPY VOODOO NONSENSE you've got. I'm all outta juice but I'm sURE you can come up with SOMEthing.
...
No? Whaddyameanno?
Hey, unless you wanna find yourself 'nother head to go YELLIN' IN, I sugGEST you FIND a WAY t' FIX thIS.
Oh will you look at that? The sandstorm's clearin'. Nothankstoyou.
What the hell do I even call you? I'm sure you've got yourself a name somewhere in that mess of thoughts.
...Oh?
Hm. Not as interestin' as I'd hoped. Actually, that's hella boring.
I'll just call you Jimbo.
No?
Murphy?
No?
Fine, have 't your way... Useless freakin' mind-guy...