[network] @featherydouche; night 160; deep snow and hella death [open]

[mrcreamsicles]

[It's near midnight when this post appears on the network. There are no words—it's not even video—but instead, a series of pictures. They've been drawn in pen on a drawing pad, laid on a floor and photographed by tablet camera. The lighting is not the best, considering the hour, but surely that is half the charm.]




















[After that godawful narrative, there are a set of linked files: pictures of all the bodies from the police station morgue. The file names are keysmashed gibberish, and the pictures themselves are distorted, but each displays an identifiable face taken through the observation windows on the body drawers. Tim's stands out, having a second photo that better displays the outside of his drawer, which has a large red X in a circle - Ⓧ - and a mask drawn in charcoal.]

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[mrcreamsicles]

[Is Estinien stupid? Because he's starting to think the man is dense. He better appreciate the digging he has to do to relocate the right message to link him.]

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[Hopefully a bunch of nonsense in conjunction with the first link should be clear enough to demonstrate that he can't type, which he would have thought the nonsense link names would have done the first time around. The second link just goes back to Natasha's guide, which he linked earlier, but he doesn't know how else to explain the desire to help people. Does he think that guide is just for the benefit of one person? He's contributing this way.]

[dravanicide]

[Look man, some people are just idiots and do nonsense for the hell of it. One time, Estinien got a ~cursed~ message in his inbox that turned out to be a bunch of stinking idiocy. For all he knows, Davesprite could be pulling something similar.

Besides, Estinien doesn't really care to keep up with the obituary, and since he's around all the people he gives a shit about, he'd know first if they died. So why bother?]

I see. So you were not merely being obnoxious earlier.

[A brief pause, before:]

However, poor fortune you would lose the ability to communicate normally, when your art leaves something to be desired.

[mrcreamsicles]

[God, Estinien, wasn't the frozen bird cube getting arrested by the police to be taken to the station-morgue clear enough??? Why else would he be here now past lockdown?]

[Worse, though, is that lacking words means he can't throw a bunch of sarcastic bullshit back at him for the insult. Philistine! Nobody appreciates irony around here.]

[He could try drawing a god awful sad face crying over such unkind words, but it's late, his patience is already worn down, and it would be a waste of limited paper when he has more intelligent people to communicate with.]

[He stops replying. Sorry, catcus, but not sorry.]

[dravanicide]

[That's fine by him! He's not one to care for dealing with these sorts of annoyances anyways. Sooner or later his patience would wear thin.

MAYBE WHEN YOU CAN TALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON AGAIN, DAVESPRITE, MAYBE THEN A PROPER BANTER CAN TAKE PLACE.]