| Vagrant Story: The Shortest Pretentious-As-Hell Vagrant Story Fanfic
Ever!
Oh, shut up. Just read it. No spoilers! No, seriously. The following scene isn't a spoiler, despite all appearances. =====
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| (SCENE: Deep in the catacombs, somewhere in Lea Monde. The walls are
rough brickwork, the ceiling is low, the floor is covered with whitish
moss. The groans of the dying and the undead echo hollowly here. The way
is littered with ancient wine barrels, mostly broken and empty; occasionally
we see the glitter of blood-dark wine dregs from within a barrel half.
Shortly, the catacomb tapers to a dead end; the walls and floor here are
liberally splashed with blood, a murky brownish color in the dim torchlight.
The source of the blood is ROSENCRANTZ, lying here bleeding profusely and
clutching weakly at his chest. SYDNEY LOSSTAROT is standing over him, his
claws adrip with blood.)
ROSENCRANTZ: ... SYDNEY: ... (Blood bubbles up from ROSENCRANTZ's mouth. SYDNEY wipes his claws on the leather capelet that covers his legs, and turns to go.) ROSENCRANTZ: For the love of God, Losstarot! SYDNEY: Yes. For the love of God. (SYDNEY stalks off down the hallway, leaving ROSENCRANTZ alone in the dark.) (CURTAIN.) |
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===== COMMENTS: Oooooooh, whee. Aheh. For those of you who don't recognize the reference, this is basically a re-cast version of 'The Cask of Amontillado' by Edgar Allen Poe. It's all terribly pretentious and deep, what with the wine barrels and everything. Fear my mad pretension skills. |