un: aquila
Name: Jasper
Date: 12/21 [Forward-dated]
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[Come the evening of the 21st, a message pops up in words and sentences. Not a single letter is out of place. The script is formal and almost designed for an audience.]
It is a truth unfortunate that joyous times bring out those villainous souls who prey on the citizenry.
Bandits and cutpurses. Thieves who steal and contribute nothing. Should it be illegal to transmogrify those vermin into forms more suited for their crimes?
[The message falters for a moment; its sender considering his own question. Would he curse such boorish people? Yes. Would he were it illegal? Well, he ignores the fact he might have done so and continues.]
Rats, perhaps?
There is poetic justic in such literal representation if nothing else.
[This is all hypothetical. Clearly.]
Date: 12/21 [Forward-dated]
Format: Text
[Come the evening of the 21st, a message pops up in words and sentences. Not a single letter is out of place. The script is formal and almost designed for an audience.]
It is a truth unfortunate that joyous times bring out those villainous souls who prey on the citizenry.
Bandits and cutpurses. Thieves who steal and contribute nothing. Should it be illegal to transmogrify those vermin into forms more suited for their crimes?
[The message falters for a moment; its sender considering his own question. Would he curse such boorish people? Yes. Would he were it illegal? Well, he ignores the fact he might have done so and continues.]
Rats, perhaps?
There is poetic justic in such literal representation if nothing else.
[This is all hypothetical. Clearly.]
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... Facebook?
[What is that?]
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[ Oh, you are missing out! ]
It's great! Whole place where you can see pictures of people you don't talk to anymore and find out if their life is going better or worse than yours -- or see your racist uncle's opinion on the election.
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[Is he calling a human's daily life miserable? Yes. One can almost imagine him shaking his head in feigned pity.]
Oh. It is amazing, how humanity seems fond of boasting about itself so utterly.
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[ ...Although he did, of course, claim it was his idea. That's a given. ]