Katie Presents A Dramatic Reading of the Murder Description for Doubt Academy 3: Alpha, Chapter 2.
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Katie Presents A Dramatic Reading of the Murder Description for Doubt Academy 3: Alpha, Chapter 2.
whispers if i could ask for... ryt hategameme...
I’M SORRY THAT THIS IS LIKE FOUR DAYS LATE i’ve been a tired egg………..luv that ryot (THIS IS YET ANOTHER NOT-POEM WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT-ISH WHOOPS……….)
This is the story of a boy—
—A rather odd boy, actually— a human with little human touch.
Questions and queries, there’s too many all at once: Can true humanity be gained? Is outsider observation enough for proper emotional mimicry?
Who knows? Who cares? (And hey, what do you think would happen if this cave collapsed and trapped us all inside it forever? Ahahahaha!)
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With only copycat feelings, the surface of others is all you can see,
And, in your eyes, really, reality might as well be the soaps on TV—
Apathy, empathy, indifference, acceptance, happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, they’re all the same, and really, they’re all rather boring—
Completely shallow, just like you, but in a completely different way. (It’s so contrary, it’d almost be frustrating if you knew what frustration actually was.)
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Dead, alive, alive, dead, humanity is still so superficial.
And for you, at least, the shallow surface and the deepest depths are one and the same.
But still, dead, alive, alive, dead, they’re all still humans, and so are you—
And if you’re so different, yet you’re still human, what are you, really?
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Rebirth and revival, it matters not a thing; you’re still the boy, the rather odd boy, the human with little human touch.
Questions and queries, you’ve finally got a new one:
If people are all the same, but you’re so different, and you’re still one of them, who are you? Will you ever find out what you really are?
Who knows? Will you just wait and see? (Oh, and hey, wouldn’t it be weird if I was actually an evil scientist who went undercover and killed loads of people in a freak accident? Ahahahaha!)
Goodbye Mr. A- The Hoosiers
Track 002A: Goodbye Teacher, My Friend(s) (Ryota Hatagami Edit) - mashup/medley by maru
And here comes the first wide gap ;-;
IV. Alpha|Laughter (for Ryota Hatagami)
I never thought I'd see the day
that Laughter died.
You have to wonder what might be
going through his mind.
And like a bluebird falling
from the sky,
With broken wings,
Laughter cannot fly.
And while everyone grieved
Hope, too, began to die.
[ryota voice] hey aya-chi!!!! it would suck if the tunnel CAVED IN OR SOMETHING, WOULDN'T IT? HA HA HA HA HA