SOLO NUMBER ONE
═══ A Farewell to GWAR ═══
His music had been going, non-stop and
loud, for over twenty- four hours. The door to his bedroom, usually propped and inviting so that either Josh or Pascal could come in and chat at him as he desired, provide brief if welcome distractions, had been closed the entire time -- and not even Pascal's furious hammering against the wood could get it even turned down, let alone off.
Gwar wasn't exactly everyone's cup of tea, especially not when played from 10am until 4am without so much as a pause or a breather. Twice, he'd come out, grabbed a quickly-microwaved handful of hot pockets, and then retreated back to the noise and his chair and his chat room. He hadn't even been dressed, other than his favorite t-shirt and a too-big pair of boxers…
He wasn't going to talk about it, not in person at least, but this was Veer- way of
mourning -- his way of coping with the
most tragic death he'd ever had to cope with in his life. It wasn't the end of the world, in reality, it might not even be the end of Gwar's tour, but for Veer -- in this moment, in this week, in this day -- it was earth-shattering.
At least the rest of his IRC channel understood the problem. Instead of mocking his melodramatic horror, they contributed, they agreed.
toyzwalrus: Wuld u go c them without FM?Veer poked his way through a Alliance territory, mindlessly killing boar after boar, an eye peeled for dumb newbie players out on their own. Easy pickings. He was in a sulky mood, and when he was in a sulky mood, it made him somewhat petty and more than a bit mean. A lone druid -- barely level twenty five -- was neatly killed from behind before the poor guy even realized Seconds was there.
It wasn't even fun.
tan[v]: idk. maybe. Even via text, his answer managed to come across lackluster and uncertain. It was hard to tell how much of this was actually depressed, actually upset, and how much of it was just teenaged male putting on airs. Veer, especially, had a tendency toward that. He thoughtlessly took down a dwarf with bristling beard and danced around on its corpse, his mouth pressed into a pout. It was good there was no one to see how hilarious and ridiculous he was being.
Forget it. He closed down World of Warcraft, his sulk and his sorrow turning toward anger instead. This was hour eighteen of his morning period, and maybe Veer was starting to lose interest in it. Maybe the rising fury was an excuse to snap himself out of it. He flipped off the music, too
tan[v]: <******** him i say
tan[v]: they dont even know cause of dethtan[v]: probably autoerotic asfixiashun ilk bill ritetan[v]: i don't even careHe sat and stared at the window, and all at once, his shoulders relaxed. Having said it made it true. Anyway, it wasn't the end of the band. He flicked off his monitor without saying good night.
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