Doctor CamNC4Me wrote: ↑Thu Aug 05, 2021 10:01 pm
Scene: A dimly lit home office. The camera pans slowly across the room, revealing bookshelves crammed with various leather-bound DnD tomes and anime dolls. What little wall is visible is covered by a J-pop poster, Perfume. Low-slung sofas and comfortable upholstered chairs are placed casually around the room. A single light bulb hangs from an ad hoc light fixture in the middle of the room, struggling to cast enough light.
No sounds are heard as the camera pans, save the occasional clicking at desk top computer.
A sonorous male voice speaks, almost intoning: "I appreciate the fact that you've brought this to my attention, Jersey Girl, but I have a certain … policy."
The speaker is not yet revealed, as the camera continues to slowly pan across the book shelves -- now we can clearly see titles, "Manga Psychology", "Quantum Physics in Anime", "Alien Lifeforms and Sex with Humans", "A Treatise on Perfume, 1996-2015", ...
The view now pans across a smallish faux mahogany desk. A man of about 50 years sits at the desk. At ease in his domain. His fingertips are pressed together in a gesture of control, rather than contemplation. The slightly arched, but furrowed brow suggests an air of aloof confidence. He speaks again, to the unseen listener, who has not yet replied.
"I once had a trusted … moderator, madame."
His dark eyes, cold with calculation, stare into the camera that has now slowly panned to his face, framing his serious features.
"But he left without so much as a goodbye."
The camera cuts to the monitor on his desk, the open tab reveals
www.discussmormonism.com.
"A dozen years. A
friendship." A pause, a slight sneer forms.
"I admire your board, Dr. Shades!", his voice mirthful, but with an edge of malice.
The camera, now focuses on the monitor, on Dr. Shades’ inbox, outgoing messages.
EA.
EA.
EA.
EA.
All unopened.
"I thought we were friends." says the man with the sonorous voice, as the scene fades to black.
"I’ll never replace you.”
Those are perfect.
