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author_by_nightPhoto credits: Pexels. Brought to you by various rants and feelings about various shows, most recently Game of Thrones.
In case anything erases, insert whatever image you'd like. Sadly DW doesn't let you upload photos.
(Just as a heads up, since this is a parody of grimdark turns shows tend to take, this does deal with death. I know some of you are going through hard times, so I thought I would warn.)
This was our world.
This was my song.
Our stage.
Our love.
Our unapologetic abuse of the English language.
But nothing lasts, does it?
(Insert emo chamber music with creepy children singing here.)
Crying on a marble table to symbolize the cold.
Sister against brother...
The spawn of a Scientologist and a Satanist who got frisky in the 80's...
Sister against brother... oh...
Fathers trying to make up for past wrongs, but failing every step of the way...
Children who'll need therapy. Forever.
Then there's hope!
Triumph!
Character development!
But then it gets cloudier than ever before.
Cute kid is an angry teen now.
He forgot everything he learned. Except how to hold tea mysteriously.
She's evil now.
She stays strong and developed, so she dies.
He's happy, so he also dies.
He stays random.
Umbrellas just signify a plot twist no one wanted.
Even cute animals are sadface.
And no one will ever be able to explain what the fuck this scene was.
Seriously, guys, you're siblings.
The music we loved is gone. There is only a soft hint of it. In the distance.
This is art.
This is the kind of scene fans wanted more of.
This is the Idiot Ball.
This is Darkness-Induced Audience Apathy.
In case anything erases, insert whatever image you'd like. Sadly DW doesn't let you upload photos.
(Just as a heads up, since this is a parody of grimdark turns shows tend to take, this does deal with death. I know some of you are going through hard times, so I thought I would warn.)
This was our world.
This was my song.
Our stage.
Our love.
Our unapologetic abuse of the English language.
But nothing lasts, does it?
(Insert emo chamber music with creepy children singing here.)
Crying on a marble table to symbolize the cold.
Sister against brother...
The spawn of a Scientologist and a Satanist who got frisky in the 80's...
Sister against brother... oh...
Fathers trying to make up for past wrongs, but failing every step of the way...
Children who'll need therapy. Forever.
Then there's hope!
Triumph!
Character development!
But then it gets cloudier than ever before.
Cute kid is an angry teen now.
He forgot everything he learned. Except how to hold tea mysteriously.
She's evil now.
She stays strong and developed, so she dies.
He's happy, so he also dies.
He stays random.
Umbrellas just signify a plot twist no one wanted.
Even cute animals are sadface.
And no one will ever be able to explain what the fuck this scene was.
Seriously, guys, you're siblings.
The music we loved is gone. There is only a soft hint of it. In the distance.
This is art.
This is the kind of scene fans wanted more of.
This is the Idiot Ball.
This is Darkness-Induced Audience Apathy.
