[Roland Anomaly:The absolutely unsubtle crackle of a geiger counter, and the even less subtle green radium glow. Tongue and eyes and soft innards all turned to liquid, oozing out with each step, each shift, each inclination of the head. A dizziness and lethargy that seeps into others.]
A - Starting in the maintenance tunnels and ending anywhere outside, Night 415 - Morning 416
[The door finally gave. Roland finally helped accomplish something good for the people of Norfinbury.
Escape had been so neccessary that the drive to leave was utterly blinding, overshadowing the pain his body sent to keep him aware of his condition. By the time he's noticed that his formless eyes and liquid innards have begun to spill through the open holes in his skull, it is too late and too difficult to process. This was fine - he had no time to waste on his feelings - what drove him forward now was the thought that they can all get the help they need, can find the people who weren't affected by this calamity and have this reversed. Because, surely, they could solve this together...
He'd rebuilt himself before. He could do it again - and he needed everyone to know it was possible. When he staggers ahead, seeping radioactive waste, he's leading a charge, and has no qualms with trudging into inhabited areas.
He calls out to everyone he finds, human or otherwise, trying to rally them into a horde.]
B - Day 416 and on: Downtown
[Roland remembers where he knows this form from, now; it was the same state he'd found the body of his son in his nightmare of New York, his liquified eyes and brain dripping out of his sockets as Roland hugged his corpse to his chest. The horrible possibility that Norfinbury existed in his America was a delusion he'd been unable to shake the entire time he'd been trapped here. Now, in his addled state, he's become convinced of it. He's in the same America he hails from, and at last, they were all ghosts, just some more 'alive' than others.
Possessed by this thought, he scours downtown for ghosts he won't find. But he discovers that you are safe, and that makes him happy enough. His beloved citizen.
Maybe you don't know him, but that doesn't matter - he's still your President. Just stay by him. The America you head towards is doomed - he needed to guide this country away from it. He's the only one with all the cards. He's the only one who can save the world. So please, you have to trust him. You don't have any other choice.
This comes out of his mouth, is pushed out of his joints, in an inhuman crack crack crack crack crack. Like listening through telephone static, only some of the words reach you.
cw: body horror, references to child death
A - Starting in the maintenance tunnels and ending anywhere outside, Night 415 - Morning 416
[The door finally gave. Roland finally helped accomplish something good for the people of Norfinbury.
Escape had been so neccessary that the drive to leave was utterly blinding, overshadowing the pain his body sent to keep him aware of his condition. By the time he's noticed that his formless eyes and liquid innards have begun to spill through the open holes in his skull, it is too late and too difficult to process. This was fine - he had no time to waste on his feelings - what drove him forward now was the thought that they can all get the help they need, can find the people who weren't affected by this calamity and have this reversed. Because, surely, they could solve this together...
He'd rebuilt himself before. He could do it again - and he needed everyone to know it was possible. When he staggers ahead, seeping radioactive waste, he's leading a charge, and has no qualms with trudging into inhabited areas.
He calls out to everyone he finds, human or otherwise, trying to rally them into a horde.]
B - Day 416 and on: Downtown
[Roland remembers where he knows this form from, now; it was the same state he'd found the body of his son in his nightmare of New York, his liquified eyes and brain dripping out of his sockets as Roland hugged his corpse to his chest. The horrible possibility that Norfinbury existed in his America was a delusion he'd been unable to shake the entire time he'd been trapped here. Now, in his addled state, he's become convinced of it. He's in the same America he hails from, and at last, they were all ghosts, just some more 'alive' than others.
Possessed by this thought, he scours downtown for ghosts he won't find. But he discovers that you are safe, and that makes him happy enough. His beloved citizen.
Maybe you don't know him, but that doesn't matter - he's still your President. Just stay by him. The America you head towards is doomed - he needed to guide this country away from it. He's the only one with all the cards. He's the only one who can save the world. So please, you have to trust him. You don't have any other choice.
This comes out of his mouth, is pushed out of his joints, in an inhuman crack crack crack crack crack. Like listening through telephone static, only some of the words reach you.
He pursues you.]