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asgardeventide2012-02-07 06:13 pm
ex_youngblood697) wrote in asgardeventide2012-02-07 06:13 pm
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[ Here Asgard, have a personal take of a PSA from a man with dark, messy afro-like hair fiddling with the bracelet. His voice gives off an slightly audible Irish accent. ]
Hey. Hello? [ Frustrated grunt. He half-mumbles the next two lines-- ] This better be working. I haven't got the time to look like some obvious nerd that spends his powerless time talking into a bracelet.
Powers, powers...
Ah yes. Hello! [ Finding out the bracelet works, he says this part more cheerily. ] Name's Nathan. Nathan Young. [ He flashes a sheepish grin. It falters. ]
So as you all maybe have figured out, or quite frankly, haven't; I'm trapped in this rather dull city. That's great, fantastic! Like my life wasn't any worse already, being buried alive and altruistic shit like that. But losing my powers? That one's a ball-breaker, literally.
Isn't there some kind of saying, one of those urban legends or whatnot, that a male's superiority stems from his supernatural ability?? And the size of his testicles??
[ He pauses, as if waiting for laughs, then continues. ]
I'm not about to start begging for my powers back, like some pathetic loser that can't take the heat. I am just highly in favor of them -- being nice to have, and all that. Safe, too! People like me, you know, with the gorgeous looks and the attractive personality -- they're the ones who end up getting attacked at night! Beaten! Jumped! I'll bet you there's a good amount of jealous gangbanglers here. Watching. Waiting. [ He shakes his bracelet for emphasis. ]
So if I die tonight.. [ Tsk, tsk. ] Gods, it's on your hands. Probably in your eyes, too. Maybe even in your clothes. Blood: it gets everywhere - like STD viruses in a innocent virgin.
[ Siiiigh. ]
Hey. Hello? [ Frustrated grunt. He half-mumbles the next two lines-- ] This better be working. I haven't got the time to look like some obvious nerd that spends his powerless time talking into a bracelet.
Powers, powers...
Ah yes. Hello! [ Finding out the bracelet works, he says this part more cheerily. ] Name's Nathan. Nathan Young. [ He flashes a sheepish grin. It falters. ]
So as you all maybe have figured out, or quite frankly, haven't; I'm trapped in this rather dull city. That's great, fantastic! Like my life wasn't any worse already, being buried alive and altruistic shit like that. But losing my powers? That one's a ball-breaker, literally.
Isn't there some kind of saying, one of those urban legends or whatnot, that a male's superiority stems from his supernatural ability?? And the size of his testicles??
[ He pauses, as if waiting for laughs, then continues. ]
I'm not about to start begging for my powers back, like some pathetic loser that can't take the heat. I am just highly in favor of them -- being nice to have, and all that. Safe, too! People like me, you know, with the gorgeous looks and the attractive personality -- they're the ones who end up getting attacked at night! Beaten! Jumped! I'll bet you there's a good amount of jealous gangbanglers here. Watching. Waiting. [ He shakes his bracelet for emphasis. ]
So if I die tonight.. [ Tsk, tsk. ] Gods, it's on your hands. Probably in your eyes, too. Maybe even in your clothes. Blood: it gets everywhere - like STD viruses in a innocent virgin.
[ Siiiigh. ]