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Post by B. on Nov 22, 2013 3:25:28 GMT -5
Yeah.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 22, 2013 3:36:18 GMT -5
yeah?
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Post by BSam on Nov 22, 2013 21:54:05 GMT -5
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 24, 2013 11:19:30 GMT -5
My apologies, Sixteen, for failing to read these when you first posted them. I wanted to wait until I'd heard BSam's rendition of My Own Little Drop of Rain, before commenting. BSam: like the other songs you've provided so far, this one really enhances the story's dramatic setting, as well as the reader's emotional connection to the characters. You and Sixteen really must do more collaborations like this. I've downloaded your latest two songs, which I will be checking out soon. Sixteen: I liked the reference to Bandit's age. Revealing it - more or less - through his line at the end shone some very creative light on the mystery. You don't happen to write songs by any chance, do you? Because your ability to rhyme flows so naturally! Poor Dante! Still, I liked the Lemony Snicket and All the Wrong Questions references. I agree with Pen, as well, about the cartoonish sound effect. ^^
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Nov 24, 2013 20:19:32 GMT -5
Yeah; a confession from me: I haven't read any of these chapters until BSam sings them and then I follow along with the song. In my defense I've never actually watched Les Mis so I don't know what the song tunes are. In any case, both the words and the performance is amazing. Good work, BSam and Sixteen!
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 25, 2013 3:18:37 GMT -5
Awesome Sauce
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Post by Sixteen on Nov 25, 2013 14:32:08 GMT -5
Honestly, I'm glad BSam started singing them because without the music they probably look awkwardly written and stuff.
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Post by BSam on Nov 25, 2013 14:40:41 GMT -5
i'm just glad you don't mind. you're the one doing all the work i didn't have a track for little people and i couldn't be bothered finding one
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Dec 10, 2013 15:50:44 GMT -5
Is this done? if it is i didnt realise
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Post by Sixteen on Dec 10, 2013 16:01:23 GMT -5
There are three scenes left.
I just thought I'd wait while the Advent stuff happens.
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Post by Sixteen on Jan 18, 2014 16:48:30 GMT -5
After what seems like weeks, some members come onstage to clean the streets of the blood of the revolutionaries and lament their passing.
Tryina: Did you see them battling last night?
Sophie: Never had a chance, they were outnumbered in the fight.
LSWannabe: Did you see them lying side by side?
Songbird: Now we’re left with nobody, our tears have barely dried.
All: All our trust in Tragedy has died.
Mister M has recovered from his wounds and returned to the Café 667. He remembers his old friends fondly and is chilled to the bone when he realises that he will never see them again.
Mister M: There’s a grief that can’t be spoken There’s a pain goes on and on. Empty posts on empty accounts Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution Against Mulan Tragedy. Here they vowed that they would never Call the man “your majesty”.
From the thread there in the corner they could see the boards reborn And they rose with voices singing, and I can hear them now! The very words that they had sung Became their last discussions On the lonely secret boards at dawn.
Oh my friends my friends forgive me That I live and you are gone. How on earth can I stay standing? How on earth can I go on?
Oh my friends my friends don’t ask me What your sacrifice was for. Empty posts on empty accounts And my friends will sing no more.
Mister M collapses to the floor with survivor’s guilt. He is found by Anka who is wearing a wedding dress. Mister M thinks this is a bit forward but they get up and go to a church anyway.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Jan 21, 2014 6:15:14 GMT -5
I've only now discovered this - brilliant, Sixteen!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 0:00:29 GMT -5
Good stuff!
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Post by BSam on Feb 3, 2014 7:21:22 GMT -5
Mister M has recovered from his wounds and returned to the Café 667. He remembers his old friends fondly and is chilled to the bone when he realises that he will never see them again.
Mister M: There’s a grief that can’t be spoken There’s a pain goes on and on. Empty posts on empty accounts Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution Against Mulan Tragedy. Here they vowed that they would never Call the man “your majesty”. From the thread there in the corner they could see the boards reborn And they rose with voices singing, and I can hear them now! The very words that they had sung Became their last discussions On the lonely secret boards at dawn. Oh my friends my friends forgive me That I live and you are gone. How on earth can I stay standing? How on earth can I go on? Oh my friends my friends don’t ask me What your sacrifice was for. Empty posts on empty accounts And my friends will sing no more.
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Post by Sixteen on Feb 15, 2014 3:37:56 GMT -5
I don't know who's still reading but it's nearly done.
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