⚓ 011; [video]

[hellburner]

Mornin', Prospero. Been awful quiet lately, hasn't it? Guess that means I'll have to be extra loud to breathe some life back into this place.

I think today I might like to see how insightful you are, or if you're all the braindead idiots you act as. So I'm going to share with you the words of the second greatest poet of my time.

'Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves.
When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little.
When we arrived safely because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst for the waters of life;
having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity.'

This would be the time when I wait for your input on these words of wisdom, and then shoot it down because your input is stupid.

[text]

[forgivethemtheirpain]

It's my birthday, everyone! ♥ I'm not having a huge party like some people, but if anybody wants to come to the dorms for cake, that would be nice.

[Voice]

[gaveupfeeling]

Does anyone know the whereabouts of April Sinclair? She isn't in our hotel room, and none of her possessions are here.

[Guess who woke up in the old hotel room that his girlfriend moved out of when he disappeared. Since he's dead at home, not a lot of time has passed for him.]

Please inform me immediately if you know of anything. Thank you.

Eight Script | "He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer" | Accidental Video

[stagecontroller]

[ Wow, look at this. A new video feed starts suddenly from what it seems to be a desk. Around the device, many papers and ink can be seen, so it's correct to assume that the owner of this record is someone who has been written a lot of stuff.

Maybe that familiar voice will clear any doubts. There is a sound of some papers, as if he's organizing what he's going to read. ]

AUTHOR
'Oh, Goddess who gaze upon mine heart,
hast thy harshness know no limit?,
This mere man who found love in thine land,
dost he have to struggle so far for thy benediction?'

GODDESS
'Thou art a curious one, mine human acquaintance,
to come here and kneel for a goddess you dost not worship,
yet, here I find mine self, gracing thee with mine voice,
for an answer to thy questions.
Let it be known! What I claim as mine shall always be mine,
and he wilt do as I say, if I were to listen to his pray.'

AUTHOR
'So cold yet so kind, wilt thou ever display such act
in those pieces thee seem to like?
If a voice appears to be calm, thy will is to make them disappear,
but if their voices pleases thy ears,
then thy wish is for them to depart thine land.
If I were to say, mine dear friend, thee art known for being
such an impulsive one!'

GODDESS
'No other man has ever speak to me in such way,
I give thee such brevity and will, man of words,
yet, as I see it, thee art not different of what you once were,
am I right, puppeteer of many worlds?'

AUTHOR
'Flatter as I am, I must accept your words,
but in this stage, thy pieces are far different from mine ones,
Let us give this array a chance to prove themselves,
worthy of the praise they so deserve.'

[ Before he could continue, Shakespeare yawns a bit. It appears to be that someone has been working so hard in writing a new play that he hasn't been sleeping for a while. He glaces the rest of his papers, when he notices that the device is recording. Oh... ]

How careless am I, to have not notice my audience sooner. Mine apologizes, Prospero, and in exchange, you have been part of my new play. Ah, it seems I have lost track of time in this cage of mine. [ He lets a small chuckle out at that. ]

Will someone be so kind to explain this mere playwright what did he miss?

[ A smile, and then he politely ends the feed.

ASSUME THAT THAT PIECE OF WRITING IS AWESOME IN SHAKESPEARE LEVELS.... ]