Scarab wrote:Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:You're thinking in three dimensions. You have to think in six. The crack's along the sixth dimension; the sky is part of the third. So you won't see the cracks there.
Because my pre-existing paranoia was clearly not enough. Thanks Qara.
Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:Sensible answer.
Uchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I don't want to have to write Lovecraftian fiction! Cthulhu is annoying!
Why, Erik, why??????????
(And Scarab-- we have to wait for Mr. A's go-ahead on each one.)
Because Erik is an IDIOT. The more I read into the story of Phantom of the Opera the more he seems like a twisted, deformed, pitifual madman who spent all that time worrying what people would think of his face and MAKING hismelf into a monster he might not have been if he tried harder, like, say, Adam is.
And don't even get me started on that bloody sequel. It seems like Phantom on drugs. (And thank you, I thought as much. Easier to organize that way.)
( Backing away from a mob of pitchfork and torch wielding very angry fangirls, just outside Scarab's room above the Coffee Shop.)
Yes, Phangirls, yes- The Phantom of the Opera is actually a nice, lovable person, underneath, and he is sympathetic to Christine too, and charming and handsome and seductive and my third favourite Universal Monster, well, the 1943 Version.
But... he is a stalker, murderer, terrorist, and villain too!
Angry Phangirls: WE REFUSE TO BELIEVE ANY OF THAT!
Lead Phangirl: Who the heck are you anyway? Why are you wearing a trench coat and goggles and a fedora and bandages? Are you some sort of freak?
( Rages. Note: The following lines are from the 1933 movie, The Invisible Man, and credit goes to the late Claude Rains, one of the best British actors ever!)
"YOU'RE CRAZED TO KNOW WHO I AM, AREN'T YOU? ALL RIGHT, I'LL SHOW YOU!"
( Starts unwrapping bandages, showing he's invisible. You can't even see his head!"
( Frightened Phangirls back away)
"MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, EH?"
( Metaguards hear screaming, breaking glass, and the sounds of their youngest member self defending himself with a wooden baton.)