[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Kevin | Welcome to Night Vale | @dbcr; audio
[Unlike Cecil's soothing voice that issued from the tablets earlier, this one has a sort of singsong quality to it as if the speaker were constantly upbeat and cheered about everything. It's a little higher than Cecil's as well but dips and rises in the same place that Night Vale's broadcaster's does.]
The sun that rises on us is not one that we know, but the Smiling God still graces us day after day, and we keep smiling on day after day. The Six Eared Thing That Fears Water was not in my bathtub this morning and needing moved, but my bathtub wasn't there either. I hope that both of them are all right wherever they are. Is it not my desert out there, but all deserts are the same whether they are sand or snow covered. An angel (which are very real) can be made in them, can't they? Then they must be real.
[Kevin makes a brrrring sound, meant to signify cold but who knows with him. It could mean that he's slaughtered someone to decorate a room or that he's freezing to death in the snow. The latter might be best for everyone involved. When he speaks again, his voice is low and smoky like a late night broadcaster, whispering secrets to the world.]
I know you're out there. Did you get my voicemail? Doors that vanish can reappear, opening both ways.
[All that darkness is gone immediately, Kevin's sounding happy as a clam. Funny, considering where is.]
For someone who was born and raised in a desert, all this snow is quite the thing! But a good thing that the Smiling God has chosen to give us. Why, just as I was taking my morning shower with my bright yellow Strexcorp curtain pulled over me and the thing in the drain eating all the organ meat to keep the drain from clogging, I wondered what snow would be like. And here I am! It will be a glorious time filled with company picnics and visits to the dog park!
Until next time, remember that the mountains are real. The angels are real. The floating kittens in the men's room that should have been destroyed are real. And so am I. Hope to be seeing you all soon, and keep smiling, Norfinbury! Keep smiling and practising your screams because that's how your family will recognize you when you find yourself blindfolded and sedated and lightly beaten and broken spiritually beyond repair on the concrete of your first day of work.
Sleep well. We'll be there in the dark.
Every night. Waiting.