£∃G↑∅∏ ♟ (legionnaire_) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-02-16 01:11:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Current music: | Venetian Snares - Befriend a Childkiller |
Entry tags: | andraste, ares, fenrir, flauros, legion, odysseus, pasithea, saint genesius, samael |
▲ [voice]
[There is a long, static-filled silence, as the recording equipment Max happens to be using is sub-par and damaged. He wrestles with the microphone a little, and his breathing is slightly panicked. He rustles some paper, and begins to speak, his voice faint and nervous.]
Hi. My name is Max. I...haven't said anything here yet because...I haven't had time? Something like that, we think. [His tone is suddenly tense, as he realizes he's just gone and called himself 'we'. There's a clattering of paper as it gets shoved away and onto the floor.]
I think. We think a lot of things, but it's not...[He starts to drift off. It lasts for a while, as if he's not going to say anything else.]
it's not important. I'm majoring in political science. But, that's not really important either. That's not really important. I'm sorry. Um. Everyone here used to be someone...right? Well, I was...we were, uh. Legion. Yes. We are Legion. I mean. I was Legion? I'm sorry. I don't mean to ramble, I...[He pauses again, thinking.]
I think we've had enough for today. Nice to kind of...officially speak to you all.
[The recording cuts off with a loud crackle. He's either thrown it across the room or knocked it onto the floor rather than turning it off properly. It hums softly for a moment, and obliterates.]