Globoco’s WATN?: Intro
(WATN = Where Are They Now)
2 years later…
(mumblings) …Are you sure we have the right address??!
…But this is not how I left the Asylum!
…What do you mean it “looks different” to the Asylum in my photos?! OF COURSE IT LOOKS DIFFERENT. It has obviously been rebuilt!
…Do not tell me to calm down. You are here to take photographs, not to tell me how to live my life. Don’t make me get all grumpy on yo’ ass.
Zombie: …May I help you?
Me: OH YES!...wait…DEREK?!
Derek: How do you know my name, human? (squints) You look mighty familiar.
Me: B…b…but h…h-
Derek: Oh yes, you are that girl who documented the time of the patients in the old Globoco Asylum, aren’t you? …Well do not just stand there child, come closer.
Derek: Much better. Welcome to the Globoco Asylum. How may I be of assistance?
Me: So this is still Globoco Asylum?
Derek: Yes. It’s a long story. I won’t go into it right now. We have a book upon it in the study upstairs.
Me: Do you… d-do you think we could take a look inside?
Derek: (squints) As long as you are gone by 12am. ‘HELP! Zombies Ate My Feet’ is showing on the television box at 12am. Follow me.
Derek: Here we have the living room. There is my beloved television box, and behind it is a repulsive painting which would be burnt in the afterlife.
Me: How
was the afterlife?
Derek: My diary of the afterlife is in the study.
Me: Hm. Was your one true hobby Film & Literature those few years ago? I don’t remember.
Derek: Neither do I. But I certainly do love Film & Literature now.
Derek: Get your photographer to take a photograph of this corridor.
Me: … (nudges photographer)
Derek: Good. To the left you can see the wooden door leading to the bathroom. I will not take you in there, seeing as nobody likes bathrooms.
Derek: This is the kitchen. I hate it.
Me: Why? It’s… quite… tolerable.
Derek: The appliances are modern. I hate the modernist movement. Give me good old Shakespeare anytime.
Me: If you hate the “modernist movement”, then why are you in seemingly modern clothing?! And why are you raiding the “modernist” fridge?!
Derek: …Lets move on to the next room, shall we?
Derek: Obviously the interior designer had gotten bored at this point when decorating the dining room.
Me: It’s a double bed in a bedroom.
Derek: A very commendable insight.
Me: Great, now can we move on? I can see your Wants panel and it’s making me uncomfortable.
(Author’s Note: One of the Wants in Derek’s panel at that time was to WooHoo in bed)
Upstairs… [/u]
Derek: PHOTOGRAPHER! Another photograph if you please.
Me: Why do you suddenly have an obsession with corridors?
Derek: Such a rare sight. We did not have any in the old Globoco Asylum and there are none in the afterlife, either.
Me: …A bookshelf?!
Derek: Another commendable insight. If I owned, and liked for that matter, gold star stickers, I would undoubtedly give you one now.
Me: Why are you showing me a bookshelf?
Derek: It is a “Very Mysterious Bookshelf” (VMB), so I have been told. I have not yet discovered its mystery. But you are welcome to try.
Me: No thanks, otherwise we will be here all night.
Derek: Here we have the other bedroom, full of single delight beds.
Me: Interesting choice of bed sheets, there.
Derek: And we’ve finally reached my favourite room of the house: the study.
Me: It’s very… nice. And sparsely decorated.
Derek: Exactly.
Me: So… getting back to what you were saying earlier – could you go into the story of the Globoco Asylum changes? Now that we’re in the study and you have easy access to the book.
Derek: Certainly.
Derek: Let me see…
Me: (sniggers)
Derek: I hope you are not taking a photograph of my buttocks.
Me: No, of course not… (nudges photographer)
Derek: AH! Here it is.
Derek: Six months after the departure of the Globoco Asylum patients, the Asylum was brought by big-wig property developer Kate Cooke – strange, she has a first name similar to yours – and…
Me: (blushes)
Derek: …She decided to give it a complete overhaul. Myself and the other non-living patients waved goodbye to the modernist building, and said hello to this Apartment Life-inspired building.
Angry, the other asylum patients voted Derek – oh! That’s me – as the best candidate to be resurrected as a Zombie and to live here permanently, so as to warn off future patients that may arrive.
Me: What a nice story.
Derek: I can read you a vulgar piece, if you wish.
Me: Uh, I’ll pass. Are there any remaining rooms?
Derek: Yes, I have one final room to show you before I take you to the back garden…
Me: (gulp)
Derek: The interior designer thought it was best to build a nursery. As you undoubtedly know, accidents
can happen.
Derek: …And we shall conclude this tour with a glimpse of the back garden. It is next to empty, but I like it that way.
Me: Great. Thank-you for allowing myself and my readers an insiders look into the new Globoco Asylum, Derek. I’ll make sure the fan mail gets forwarded onto you.
Derek: Excellent. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to catch a few fish before ‘HELP! Zombies Ate My Feet’ begins.
Me: (smiles)
Derek: SHOO!~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Next up on Globoco’s WATN?:
Austin Bryan[/center]
He was so full of awesome... and now he's going to be greatly missed.
omg! It's over?! That was so fast.. i want more! *pokes the thread too*
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