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WHO| Katurian, R, Karis.
WHAT| Katurian's death.
WHERE| splash mooountain (4:36 onward)
WHEN| Early week 4.
WARNINGS/NOTES| violence, death. Tentative posting order: Katurian, Karis, R.
Katurian liked the mountain because it was dark. The lights had been broken for ages, rendering the entire inside pitch black and damp like the inside of a whale's stomach. The animatronics (or what Katurian assumed had been animatronics) were also long since broken, and when he illuminated the cavern with his fire, he was greeted by their fallen forms, strewn and scattered along the ground as though they were corpses. There was an smiling bird with feathers stained brown and green, its arms poised as though it were once holding something between them. A fishing pole. A rope. There was what Katurian assumed to be an alligator, its snout cracked in two, one part down in the grime and the other protruded from its chapped and pealing face like some perverse, elongated smile. Katurian found it all appealing in an aesthetic sense (this is inspiring, this is beautiful, this could be a story) but his stomach lurched and twisted, and when the fire burned out, he couldn't help but feel the stare of all those dead eyes.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
The sponsors were giving him attention once more. Katurian curled up under a grinning fox and feasted upon toast, cake, ice cold water. Around him, a bizarre sound flittered in through sagging speakers, something that once might have been music but now sounded more like jangling, rattling moans. This was good. This would hide any of the sounds he made.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
He slept feverishly and infrequently. He kept his promise and didn't cry, but it was nearly impossible to keep the food down. He retched and choked.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
He liked the darkness because he could pretend he didn't see the person he had become.
WHAT| Katurian's death.
WHERE| splash mooountain (4:36 onward)
WHEN| Early week 4.
WARNINGS/NOTES| violence, death. Tentative posting order: Katurian, Karis, R.
ATTEN____
FIFTY FO___ PLUNGE AHEAD
_______H MOUNTAIN IS A TURBULENT FLUME ADVENTURE WITH HIGH SPEEDS, HEIGHTS, SUD____ DROPS AN___ STOPS!
IF YOU CHOOSE TO RIDE, YOU MUST REMAIN SEATED DURIN__________
Katurian liked the mountain because it was dark. The lights had been broken for ages, rendering the entire inside pitch black and damp like the inside of a whale's stomach. The animatronics (or what Katurian assumed had been animatronics) were also long since broken, and when he illuminated the cavern with his fire, he was greeted by their fallen forms, strewn and scattered along the ground as though they were corpses. There was an smiling bird with feathers stained brown and green, its arms poised as though it were once holding something between them. A fishing pole. A rope. There was what Katurian assumed to be an alligator, its snout cracked in two, one part down in the grime and the other protruded from its chapped and pealing face like some perverse, elongated smile. Katurian found it all appealing in an aesthetic sense (this is inspiring, this is beautiful, this could be a story) but his stomach lurched and twisted, and when the fire burned out, he couldn't help but feel the stare of all those dead eyes.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
The sponsors were giving him attention once more. Katurian curled up under a grinning fox and feasted upon toast, cake, ice cold water. Around him, a bizarre sound flittered in through sagging speakers, something that once might have been music but now sounded more like jangling, rattling moans. This was good. This would hide any of the sounds he made.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
He slept feverishly and infrequently. He kept his promise and didn't cry, but it was nearly impossible to keep the food down. He retched and choked.
(Murderer. Psychopath. Piece of shit.)
He liked the darkness because he could pretend he didn't see the person he had become.