#nsfw Hff, My drone lusus has permitted me to... Uhm. Add my name. Because there is no record of my existence anywhere. This is my audition tape @starPower @gutsyGumshoe [The screen stays black for several seconds before a dim red light flickers on behind a seated silhouette. Ventilation fans drone endlessly somewhere in the darkness. Long hair hangs over the figure’s face, obscuring everything except the vague shape of black-painted lips when the light catches them just right. Around the room are shelves and dangling shapes swaying in the airflow: anatomical molds, rubber decoys, tubes filled with imitation flesh. The troll breathes heavily before finally speaking. “My name is Vesica Anelus." A pause. “I hear genitals. Living ones.” The silhouette shifts. “The empire uses me to catch infiltrators, smugglers, body doubles. Prosthetics don’t fool me. Corpses don’t fool me either.” A weak laugh slips out. “You know how hard it is to exist in public when every living bulge within miles feels like screaming directly into your skull?” A hand presses briefly against their head. “That’s why I stay in here. Lead walls. Fake signals. Decoys everywhere. It keeps the noise manageable.” Something writhes faintly in the darkness behind them before disappearing again. The figure leans forward slightly. “But I want to be on this show.” The red light flickers harder behind them. “I think being locked in a chamber for most of your life changes a troll. Makes them interesting.” Silence hangs for a moment. “I can tell when somebody’s lying. Usually because they get excited.” Another dry laugh. “I don’t really remember how normal conversations work anymore, but I endure.” A pause. Then quietly: “...Do contestants share rooms?” The tape cuts to static.]
everyt)(in t)(at exists only does so wit)( my permission. everyt)(in i dont own is only T-EMPORARILY L-EAS-ED by t)(e presence of ot)(ers and WILL be mine in time and t)(at darlin little green blood of a co)(ost will listen. loyally! because )(e knows w)(os top dog.
IIIII HATE TO DO THIS, EMPRESS, BUT I JUST APPLIED FOR A PERMANENT EARTH-C VISA! ALLLLL DUE RESPECT, BUT TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND IS NOW AN OFFICIAL EARTH-C CORPORATION. PERIOD!
YOU W )( A T W)(-----EN I G-ET MY WR-ETC)(-ED )(ANDS ON YOU, YOU SLIPP-ERY ----E-----EL I WILL P-ERSONALLY S)(OW YOU W)(Y TV ADDS 30 POUNDS TO YOUR LOOK BY S)(OVING MY -----ENTIR--------E L-------EG DOWN YOUR PROT-EINS)(OOT----ER AND SQUAR-----E OUT YOUR M O U T )( LIK-E A SK----EW-----ER----ED SWIN-----EB-------EAST!!!!!!!
HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO.
ALLLLLRIGHT CONDY, NO NEED TO GET SO AGGRO! IT'S OOOOONLY BUSINESS! THE ONLY SWINEBEASTS GETTING SKEWERED ARE THE ONES WE CATCH FOR THE EXCITING TELEVISED CHALLENGES!
K-E-EP LAUG)(ING. I'M GOING TO BURY MY S)(ARP----EN----ED CLAWS INTO YOUR -----EY-ES AND NOS-----E AND ROLL YOUR )(-EAD DOWN T)(-E ALL-EY WIT)( W)(AT-EV-ER R-EMAINING LIMBS YOU )(AV-----E AS T)(-E PINS! SSSTTTIIIRRRRRRRRRRKKK-----------------------E!!!!
if i catc)( even even a W)(IFF of you again you miserable little RAC----E TRAITOR i will pluck your T-E-ET)( out, N----ERV-ES ATTAC)(-ED, AND PLAY T)(----EM LIK----E A VIOLIN!
THE OOOOONLY WHIFF OF ME YOU NEED IS THROUGH THE TV STARTING IN A FEW WEEKS!
Now THIS is more like it. Finally.