#talesbehindthecamera

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BIG GAY STARTER FOR BIG GAY RP WITH TWO BIG MENTALLY UNSTABLE GAYS FEAT. @mldn1ghtm00n

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The two sizeably large men laid upon the bed sat in Moon’s void. Or house. Whichever of the two, idk.

Cam could feel that Moon wanted to ask him for something, but that he was either too nervous to ask, or that he was just being Moon.

He rolled over, since they weren’t in any form of embrace, and asked the taller male-

“Starry? Ya thinkin’ about anything? Ya know you don’t gotta worry too much with talking about stuff with me. Stuff on yer mind, I mean.”

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Sad thing RP or something for @mldn1ghtm00n

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It had been a few days since Moon had heard from his little special friend, Cam. He had never gone this long without contacting him. Did he do something wrong? Was Cam hurt? Only one way to know, which was to head to the bunker.

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RP STARTER + LORE MIX IN

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Back at god knows where in the middle of the forest, off the beaten path, Cam’s little abode lays quaint and quiet amongst the evergreenery. He was drinking some soju, since he deluded himself into thinking that it was pretty much just juice from how sweet it was, and that the alcohol contents of it were negligible, and whilst he drank, he wrote down furiously in his notebook, adding details that the two mainstays in his head were raining down on him in a cascade of forbidden memories. Thankfully he didn’t have to suffer through any harsh memories in this reality, since all he did was quite literally get summoned from the snow, stand up, walk over, and start observing from afar, but it wasn’t any better in his opinion, since he had to relive the memories of other people. Traumatic ones. Ones that were reminding him all over again of why he was the way he was. Why he hated having gotten this involved with anyone, and why he hated that he … that he honestly loved being a part of something again.

He hated being alone, but what he hated more was losing what made him not feel alone, just to be alone all over again.

He didn’t notice any footsteps coming close by, as he had his headphones on to focus in on the voices of the past lives that had fallen by the wayside.

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UHHHHH RP STARTER I GUESS??? IDFK???

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Yep. Still a destroyed mess. Lovely.

He stared at the now desecrated corpse of what once was the only semblance of a home he had, sighing as the only things that remained intact that he had left there were some bottles of marshmallow bourbon, and …

Yep. That was it. His snacks that he had scrounged up had been demolished, his MREs were pretty much nonexistent, and his …

His fucking sleeping bag too? Come on man …

He sighed, and kicked the ruined base in anger.

“Can’t have no good shit in my fucking life …”

At least his filming equipment and his logs were safe. If they were broken or ruined? He would just straight up …

… Maybe a drink wouldn’t- yeah no, he was going to chug at least half the bottle right then and there if nobody stopped him. He sat in the snow, leaned against a tree, knees almost tucked to his chest as he gulped down his troubles with the sweet yet strong mallow-bourbon. Bottles up all his problems, by opening up a different bottle.

Will anyone come to help him out? Or even talk to him? Or will he be left to drink his troubles away?

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"-Author authoooorrr what are you doing to him : ("

First of all, I have a name. It’s Static, it’s even the name of the blog, silly.

Second of all, I’m not doing anything to him!

Well, nothing bad! Can I not protect my son? :)

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I miss the bullshit that would happen at Daisy’s

I miss talking to those guys, I miss Grat flinging me around everywhere, I miss being able to see Moon whenever I went, I miss talking to those damn primordial beings

Is this because I’m a mortal? Am I a toy to these people? Am I just a piece of divine comedy?

I understood the premise of the puppets, but

It doesn’t add it, not after

It just

It fucking doesn’t add up

If whoever is doing this can see these posts, fucking stop, I want out of these woods, I want out, and NOW

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He doesn’t know yet. Shhhhh. :)

Thank you for the support on this blog by the way. Maybe we’ll have some more fun with our beloved camera-man soon. Who knows?

Maybe I’ll do my part and give you all something to look forward to. Something to entice and entertain.

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THING FOR MOON RP YEAH @mldn1ghtm00n

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Cam had invited Moon to his little hideaway bunker deep in the snowy forests of … wherever they were. He didn’t specify why or what they were going to do, just that he wanted Moon to come on down to see him. Go or don’t go?