Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34729918-20181211010931/@comment-35734779-20181211014210

(Ok, never mind then)


 * audio log.

Name: Phoenix Tyrus VII


 * audio log start

You know, I'm really sick of these harsh conditions Joey puts us in. I mean, while London is having the luxury of high pay and decent conditions, I'm stuck down here, fixing leaking pipes, redirecting ink, walking through smelly sewers that, guess what? Are just filled with bloody ink! I don't even get how ink smells like a actual sewer!

Ugh, a man of my skill shouldn't be stuck down here. I'm a excellent artist, great singer, and I can compose music. But noooooooooooo! Joey only sees the mechanic side of me! Maybe I could stage a strike against Joey? I know the others are probably feeling the same about these conditions and the low pay. I should do that actually, even if it cost me getting fired. For now, I think I should just sing some tunes.


 * in a beautiful baritone voice

I just want to be noticed. I just want everyone to know, but now my heart is dark, my bite is worse then my bark. I just wanna put on a show!


 * end tape.