Entry tags:
Evening, Video
[There's a lot of spinning, as though someone hasn't figured out how a phone works yet, and the view briefly of a white snowfield. After the spinning stops the camera shows a boy, no older than 17, who is glaring back at the camera. He has black hair that's shaved on the sides and left long on top to go with equally black eyes. His voice has a rocksalt rasp to it, as though he gargles with whiskey and broken glass every morning when he does eventually speak;]
I know already this isn't Ketterdam anymore and the snow isn't bad enough to be Fjerda. So if this thing works the way the rest of these machines do, then someone tell me where to get a stiff drink. Nobody will want to be around me sober.
I know already this isn't Ketterdam anymore and the snow isn't bad enough to be Fjerda. So if this thing works the way the rest of these machines do, then someone tell me where to get a stiff drink. Nobody will want to be around me sober.
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The people who run the ski resort seem to. Seven o'clock? It a ll shuts down. No one is allowed in, no one is allowed out until the morning. Seems like they have quite the pest problem.