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[niceguyferatu]

this came up when i googled clown shitpost

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[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad is over here drinking too, but whiskey--he's got a whole bottle next to him, and he's downing shots. He himself is radiating disappointment and affront...ed......ness....

He's shed the suit jacket he was originally wearing, leaving just the I L*VE HELL t-shirt. ]

Well, this is a familiar scene, isn't it.

[commedia]

Is it?

[Someone is bitter. They take a sip of their beer.]

We do so much for them, and then we just have...that.

[niceguyferatu]

Perhaps not with you, but rest assured...I've spent plenty of time at the bar when I was alive. [ when people kept voting for him even though he did NOTHING WRONG. ]

It seems that this bitter pill never does go down any easier, does it?

[commedia]

...No, it does not. Even as much as I drink...it all leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[bitter. so, so bitter]

[niceguyferatu]

Well. This is just how it goes when you're always the third wheel, hmm? Unloved and forgotten, trampled on by everybody else for their own ends.

[ here's that bitterness right back atcha, my dude! He pours himself another shot and downs it in one gulp in an almost violent motion. ]

[commedia]

...Yes. Always abandoned.

[A rankling of annoyance beneath the surface, though what its directed at, its hard to say.]

I'm tired of it.

[niceguyferatu]

I can't imagine who wouldn't be.

It's what motivated me to agree to enter this mess to begin with.

[commedia]

Ah, yes, your love.

[your incel love...]

[niceguyferatu]

Well, yes, that of course is the major motivator.

But it's not as though anyone else ever cared me either. That oaf Jack used my near-death as little more than a stepping stone to win Maddie over and whisk her away. That was all I ever was to him, or anyone else for that matter--because nobody deigned to so much as ask after me while I spent years at death's door.

This was my one chance to undo all of that, take fate by the reins and get what I deserved for once.

[ He scoffs and stares into his empty shot glass. He refuses to say it, to acknowledge it and make it real, but there's a sadness there, at the fact that it's past tense. It was his chance--but now he's dead, he's lost, and all of this was for naught. ]

[commedia]

[Douman just sips at their beer. They're listening, of course, but there isn't much sympathy on their end. Its just...listening.]

I see. [Okay, maybe Vlad can have a teeny tiny speck of sympathy, as a treat.] If we get out of this place...what are you going to do?

[niceguyferatu]

[ WOW!!!!!! A SYMPATHY???? THANK YOU, IT'S MY VERY FIRST ONE!!!! ]

It depends on what sort of circumstances we arrive to, doesn't it?

[commedia]

Well, best case scenario, its exactly as we left it.

Do you just move on with your life?

[niceguyferatu]

In that scenario...yes. The wish would have made it easier, given me back decades of my life that were destroyed...but if I were to return to my life as it was before I came here, I would keep working towards my goals as always.

[commedia]

...

And your goals, being?