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[neverplays]

[ All is silent and serene this starlit night, or at least, that's the scene the unfolds initially. Then the camera shakes and swerves down, bobbing until it balances itself out.

The scene at this level is, to put it lightly, jarring.

In front of the deities office lies an unbroken circle of these:

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[perspectiveguy]

[ms_marycontrary]

[This girl here. She's a gawker. ALSO THIS SORT OF PROVES THAT SHE DIDN'T SEND THE LOVE LETTERS AND INFILTRATE HIS HOUSE, TAKE THAT RUDY.]

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[horrible_penny]

You can't kill the geese!

[prefers_chess]

[It is an excellent thing, as far as Rudy is concerned, that there is no one around to observe him at the moment he sees this video.

It begins as a faint twitch of the eye, then spreads to his eyebrows, then finally to his mouth; for a brief flicker of an instant, his perfectly-schooled look of perpetual boredom cracks into an expression of incredulous disbelief at the sight of the dead animals, the blade, and finally the realization that not only was he correct in his assumption, but that Mike's prediction of it being a psycho was...actually not so far off the mark as one might think.

That's right, Mindy. You just made Rudy change facial expression.

But a few seconds later, that look is gone, and he is back to his usual mask of blank impassivity. Obviously, there can be only one response to such a stimulus: evading capture at all costs. Which means it's probably about time to run.]

[laughs_for_two]

[HORROR. HORROR. HORRORHORRORHORROR OH GOOOOOOOD. This person can get INTO THEIR HOME. And they kill animals and have a big sword or something and aaaaaaahhh.]