Post by Nadir on Feb 14, 2007 11:24:37 GMT -5
A small note is left of the a small wooden table with a box of Erik's "special muffins" The note reads:
"...except I'm feeling rather lazy today. In any case, Happy Valentines day to you all. I'm not particularly fond of this holiday, since (like most holidays) it is enveloped in commercia, materialistic, superficial offerings of "love." The whole thing seems like a badly plotted out ploy from Hallmark to little by little control our minds into a sappy, friendship-loving dweebs, zapping us of what little mental functions we still retain in our old age, then using their army of hypnotized couplese, take over each continent one by one with their biggest ally, McDonalds. We shall all fall prey to the pits of Hallmark Hell unless we refuse the mark of the shiny crown. Yes, I know...it's shiny and golden and we all want a shiny, golden crown, but don't do it. No Mlle Pan, no shiny for you.
It could also possibly be a big government scam to breed humans, build up the population, and then use them it on their confidential experiments. Of course with the love thing, and people being so anxious to fit into society's norm (aka, if you don't have a boy/girlfriend, get one now) everyone's hormones go wild, drawing attention away from the human experiments. And no, Mlle Serena, you may want to be a mad scientist, but you aren't allowed to head the experiments on human beings. Not even on Mlle Hope.
....Either that or they just want to run their multi-million dollar company, in selling a bunch of rather cliche cards to the poor fools to lazy to write something sweet and thought provoking. If that is the case, they've been quite successful to this day.
I really should do something nice, like post a poem or something like lthe years before, but I really rather brood in my dark corner, start acting like your typcal Bryonic-hero, complain of the stupidity of the world in typical goth-fashion, hide myself from the pink and red flurries of happiness and loooooovee, and wait for the whole thing to pass over. M Severus, feel free to join me at any point. Brooding in hatred for society and self-loathing is always best done in small groups. (Yeah Right.)
In any case, I do consider myself very much of a romantic, and I do sincerely apologize for abandoning such a fine group of young ladies on a day when chocolates and flowers are to be expected. However, the idea of a holiday where men are forced to be romantic just to meet social expectations doesn't really strike me as romantic at all, just ludicrious. Espeicially considering that Valentine's isn't actually supposed to be a day about couples public displaying their affection left and right, but rather the goodness of Saint Valentine and his loyalty towards God and kindness towards man. Therefore, it is my inclination to never do anything of a 'romantic' nature on Valentine's. To avoid future problems, I took the day off. I did leave you a little present as you might have noticed by now, just so you wouldn't miss me. I realise that it is in my norm to leave behind single-stemmed roses tied with black string and chocolates, but alas, I just vowed not to do that on this day, so I left the muffins as compinsation. I hope you enjoy them and I apologize to Mlle Rene in advance for the problems they will probably be causing her in the near future.
Sincerely and Always Yours,
O.G.
P.T.O. Sorry about my long and rather pointless rant, every so often I feel the need to speak of how much I abhor this day. If you yourself are having an unpleasant holiday, I left Nadir tied to the statue. Feel free to hit him and take out however much frustration you need on him. Or just dump him and the statue in the lake. I can always just fish the statue out later. And once again, Happy Valentines Day. If I manage to survive the length of the day, I bring out the chocolates so we can all celebrate a whole new year before it comes again."
"Erik? This isn't funny Erik! ...Somebody? Somebody help me~~~!!!" Nadir whines as alligators crawl out of the lake and slowly start approaching the statue from all directions.
"...except I'm feeling rather lazy today. In any case, Happy Valentines day to you all. I'm not particularly fond of this holiday, since (like most holidays) it is enveloped in commercia, materialistic, superficial offerings of "love." The whole thing seems like a badly plotted out ploy from Hallmark to little by little control our minds into a sappy, friendship-loving dweebs, zapping us of what little mental functions we still retain in our old age, then using their army of hypnotized couplese, take over each continent one by one with their biggest ally, McDonalds. We shall all fall prey to the pits of Hallmark Hell unless we refuse the mark of the shiny crown. Yes, I know...it's shiny and golden and we all want a shiny, golden crown, but don't do it. No Mlle Pan, no shiny for you.
It could also possibly be a big government scam to breed humans, build up the population, and then use them it on their confidential experiments. Of course with the love thing, and people being so anxious to fit into society's norm (aka, if you don't have a boy/girlfriend, get one now) everyone's hormones go wild, drawing attention away from the human experiments. And no, Mlle Serena, you may want to be a mad scientist, but you aren't allowed to head the experiments on human beings. Not even on Mlle Hope.
....Either that or they just want to run their multi-million dollar company, in selling a bunch of rather cliche cards to the poor fools to lazy to write something sweet and thought provoking. If that is the case, they've been quite successful to this day.
I really should do something nice, like post a poem or something like lthe years before, but I really rather brood in my dark corner, start acting like your typcal Bryonic-hero, complain of the stupidity of the world in typical goth-fashion, hide myself from the pink and red flurries of happiness and loooooovee, and wait for the whole thing to pass over. M Severus, feel free to join me at any point. Brooding in hatred for society and self-loathing is always best done in small groups. (Yeah Right.)
In any case, I do consider myself very much of a romantic, and I do sincerely apologize for abandoning such a fine group of young ladies on a day when chocolates and flowers are to be expected. However, the idea of a holiday where men are forced to be romantic just to meet social expectations doesn't really strike me as romantic at all, just ludicrious. Espeicially considering that Valentine's isn't actually supposed to be a day about couples public displaying their affection left and right, but rather the goodness of Saint Valentine and his loyalty towards God and kindness towards man. Therefore, it is my inclination to never do anything of a 'romantic' nature on Valentine's. To avoid future problems, I took the day off. I did leave you a little present as you might have noticed by now, just so you wouldn't miss me. I realise that it is in my norm to leave behind single-stemmed roses tied with black string and chocolates, but alas, I just vowed not to do that on this day, so I left the muffins as compinsation. I hope you enjoy them and I apologize to Mlle Rene in advance for the problems they will probably be causing her in the near future.
Sincerely and Always Yours,
O.G.
P.T.O. Sorry about my long and rather pointless rant, every so often I feel the need to speak of how much I abhor this day. If you yourself are having an unpleasant holiday, I left Nadir tied to the statue. Feel free to hit him and take out however much frustration you need on him. Or just dump him and the statue in the lake. I can always just fish the statue out later. And once again, Happy Valentines Day. If I manage to survive the length of the day, I bring out the chocolates so we can all celebrate a whole new year before it comes again."
"Erik? This isn't funny Erik! ...Somebody? Somebody help me~~~!!!" Nadir whines as alligators crawl out of the lake and slowly start approaching the statue from all directions.
<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
