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Sep. 1st, 2012 11:31 pm[ The Otherworld. Grey, dreary, dead. A wasteland where imagination of the anguished souls rule. A low moon hangs in the stagnant sky. Dead Master walks onto screen, dragging her scythe behind her as she passes tall black canyons. Her two giant skulls float beside her, expressionless. Seem like any other day in their otherworld, right?
NOPE. This time there is a humble piano melody beginning in the background. The too skulls start out with a tender "oooh"- that's right, they're going to be the chorus. While DM there might seem like she's thinking to herself, as with any musical, thoughts must be expressed to the audience in ~song~. A ballad, actually. But unlike that official version, her own voice remains soft throughout, barely touching upon the crescendo at the end. ]
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NOPE. This time there is a humble piano melody beginning in the background. The too skulls start out with a tender "oooh"- that's right, they're going to be the chorus. While DM there might seem like she's thinking to herself, as with any musical, thoughts must be expressed to the audience in ~song~. A ballad, actually. But unlike that official version, her own voice remains soft throughout, barely touching upon the crescendo at the end. ]
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