Post by Cierro Muerte on Jul 12, 2011 7:04:42 GMT -5
Cierro sat bored in his quarters. The risqué posters on his wall had gotten old and he was running out of prank ideas. Why was Las Noches so boring?! Cierro decided to go to the human world in a few minutes after he’d checked the fridge he had in his quarters. No bachelor pad was complete without a fridge loaded with all types of soft drinks, meat, and of course beer. The Octavo walked over to his fridge and looked over everything he had stored in there. What did he feel like? Bacon? Hot dogs? Jack Daniels? Fries? Cierro reached out and selected his favorite beverage, Dr. Pepper, and returned to his sofa. He sipped on the drink as he grabbed a remote control from between the pillows of his couch. The remote went to an iHome hooked up to surround sound in his room that he stole from some poor kid in the human world. Next to the dock were multiple iPods that the Octavo had stolen from humans all across the globe.
Not possessing internet capabilities in this dimension, he would be unable to acquire the music he wanted, so he found it easier to just steal as many iPods as he could. You were bound to get a considerable collection of music that way. Cierro pressed the play button on the remote and sat back in his couch absorbing in the music and taking an occasional drink of Dr. Pepper.
The song sounded throughout the room, and Cierro gazed at all his posters of scantily clad women which riddled his walls. He’d found this song while browsing through his latest stolen iPod and he hadn’t listened to anything since. That was four months ago. Needless to say, Cierro LOVED this song. The lyrics, the feeling, and just the deep meaning behind it were beautiful. It was times like this that the Octavo lived for. This song was made just for him! This song explained what he felt every day! This song, was ART!
Not possessing internet capabilities in this dimension, he would be unable to acquire the music he wanted, so he found it easier to just steal as many iPods as he could. You were bound to get a considerable collection of music that way. Cierro pressed the play button on the remote and sat back in his couch absorbing in the music and taking an occasional drink of Dr. Pepper.
The song sounded throughout the room, and Cierro gazed at all his posters of scantily clad women which riddled his walls. He’d found this song while browsing through his latest stolen iPod and he hadn’t listened to anything since. That was four months ago. Needless to say, Cierro LOVED this song. The lyrics, the feeling, and just the deep meaning behind it were beautiful. It was times like this that the Octavo lived for. This song was made just for him! This song explained what he felt every day! This song, was ART!