Video post!
Sep. 19th, 2009 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buywithme[The screen flickers on, and Prefect is sat in front of the camera with his fingers steepled together. Every two seconds or so, he moves his hands, to drum the fingers against each other in a mechanically practiced motion.]
Comrades, Consumers! Do you feel the crippling ache of loneliness gnawing inside of you? Like your place in something larger and more important than yourself has been suddenly dismantled?
[He leans forward abruptly, smiling unnervingly as he cocks his head]
Are we to dwell forever on our brief surrender of all responsibility? To eternally linger between memories of the ecstasy that was perfect unity and the sickening feeling of betrayal which tinges every moment in which we find ourselves devoted to an unfamiliar purpose? Ever to feel the blood of our Comrades freedom upon our hands? Upon all of our hands?
[As he's saying this, one of his hands comes across to wrap around his own neck, leaving the length of his forearm held up across his shoulders, before abruptly pulling himself to the side. Once at the side, he brings one foot up onto the desk before leaning back in towards the camera, his upper body tilted at ninety degrees and suddenly so close up that all you can see is from his hairline down to his upper lip, and he still has that creepy as hell Factory smile on his face.]
Brothers, Sisters, do not let your mind be trapped in Limbo of regret or anxiety! Do not be weighed down by the events that are passed! No! Instead you should move ever forward, Hands outstretched into the constant reach of progress and necessity! Secure yourself with the posessions which you have! Whith the worlds you build! Reclaim a new life which will never leave you and never betray you! Bells, Barrows, Bongs, Breast implants, Baskets, Balls, Beads, Ballard rock CD's, Bangles, and more into the infinity of creation and production and purchasing
[One hand is now gripping the camera, and he shoves himself back away from it in a controlled but violent motion. Then with the same obsessive, mechanical aggression he thrusts himself down against the table so he has one leg bent at the knee up on the table, and his upper body flat against it, while his remaining leg dangles off the edge. He hasn't blinked since he began, and his eyes are looking progressively more wild.]
Comrades! Consumers! Hesitate no more! Come forward! Stand at my side and be my Comrades! Buy with us today!
[As he finishes, he suddenly looks startled, and finally blinks.]
I mean--
Me.
Buy with me.
[He suddenly looks quite distressed, and his hand lashes out quickly to turn off the camera.]
Comrades, Consumers! Do you feel the crippling ache of loneliness gnawing inside of you? Like your place in something larger and more important than yourself has been suddenly dismantled?
[He leans forward abruptly, smiling unnervingly as he cocks his head]
Are we to dwell forever on our brief surrender of all responsibility? To eternally linger between memories of the ecstasy that was perfect unity and the sickening feeling of betrayal which tinges every moment in which we find ourselves devoted to an unfamiliar purpose? Ever to feel the blood of our Comrades freedom upon our hands? Upon all of our hands?
[As he's saying this, one of his hands comes across to wrap around his own neck, leaving the length of his forearm held up across his shoulders, before abruptly pulling himself to the side. Once at the side, he brings one foot up onto the desk before leaning back in towards the camera, his upper body tilted at ninety degrees and suddenly so close up that all you can see is from his hairline down to his upper lip, and he still has that creepy as hell Factory smile on his face.]
Brothers, Sisters, do not let your mind be trapped in Limbo of regret or anxiety! Do not be weighed down by the events that are passed! No! Instead you should move ever forward, Hands outstretched into the constant reach of progress and necessity! Secure yourself with the posessions which you have! Whith the worlds you build! Reclaim a new life which will never leave you and never betray you! Bells, Barrows, Bongs, Breast implants, Baskets, Balls, Beads, Ballard rock CD's, Bangles, and more into the infinity of creation and production and purchasing
[One hand is now gripping the camera, and he shoves himself back away from it in a controlled but violent motion. Then with the same obsessive, mechanical aggression he thrusts himself down against the table so he has one leg bent at the knee up on the table, and his upper body flat against it, while his remaining leg dangles off the edge. He hasn't blinked since he began, and his eyes are looking progressively more wild.]
Comrades! Consumers! Hesitate no more! Come forward! Stand at my side and be my Comrades! Buy with us today!
[As he finishes, he suddenly looks startled, and finally blinks.]
I mean--
Me.
Buy with me.
[He suddenly looks quite distressed, and his hand lashes out quickly to turn off the camera.]
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Date: 2009-09-19 11:39 pm (UTC)"I bought this. Sexby bought this, not anyone else they made me, and despite whatever they did to me, this thing belongs to Sexby, and I am he."
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Date: 2009-09-19 11:41 pm (UTC)two, Prefect....would it help you if I did buy something? Do you have ink? Mine met a rather untimely end and I'm quickly running out.
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Date: 2009-09-19 11:58 pm (UTC)I have some ink, yes! I made it myself even! I could bring it to your room? Or--
Oh wait. Lockdown.
You could come get it later.
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Date: 2009-09-20 12:14 am (UTC)I'll come and get it after this is over. I don't anticipate it lasting long. What would you like in return?
Oh Sexby. BORG BONDING!
Date: 2009-09-20 12:27 am (UTC)I don't mind, anything you don't really want anymore.
BORG FRIENDS. Or something.
Date: 2009-09-20 12:43 am (UTC)Will that be sufficient,
Tw, Prefect?BORG BUDDIES!
Date: 2009-09-20 03:25 pm (UTC)