Electronic Fox - The Right

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Mostly untouched, this natural rain forest sits on the far east side of the island, providing a marked contrast to its strictly regulated cousin. One of the defining features of the resort, very prominently displayed in every brochure, the only sign of civilization is a small wooden booth labeled "Jungle Safari" on a crude wooden sign a few hundred feet down the only pathway leading in.
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Electronic Fox - The Right

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[[Daniel Renard continued from Familiarity]]

“Da… dee… da… duhh…”
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. A tempo of around 110ish was right. Maybe 115. No, 110. This is where computers came in handy, he could put in the notes and see what sounded better. Jesus fuck, he wanted a keyboard here. Or that Windoze WTF edition computer that couldn’t run YouTube would even be welcome. Just something to get these notes out of his head.

“Dah… dah… dee… dee…”
Renard bobbed his head in rhythm with his mutterings. After all his time here on the island, he still had that annoying note in his mind. Needed more bass. Or slide, whatever. Continuing to walk through the jungle at a steady pace, he kept at it, trying to hit notes at random in his mind, tapping his fingers on his leg, the dried blood under his fingernails leaving a mark on his jeans.

“Da… dee… da… duhh… dahh… dahh…”
Too dark. He needed to lighten up. In a deadly game where only one may survive, he probably could be excused for making dark electro, but- yeah. He had no idea what he was doing anymore. All of a sudden, his mind went a total blank. Shit. He was still on this sick twisted show and had nothing to show for it except two deaths on his record and a witness to a few. Not to mention the fact that half of the people he knew from school were now missing. He was finally the best runner in the neighbourhood though; five days of not getting killed was pretty good.

“Dah…”
Why was he suddenly thinking of those deaths. He couldn’t have stopped that. Running away was futile. Yeah. They were about to kill him. It was fight or die. Yeah. He was only protecting himself from them. He was in the right.

“Right. Dah, duh, dun. No.”
He’d figure out the tune sooner or later. He knew it, and then he’d go home and play it, and record it, and keep playing it until it turned into a song.
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After what seemed to be four hours later, he left the area.

Because obviously he wasn't getting anything good here.

"WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I FIND ANYONE WITH THIS FUCKING GPS-"

...we're just going to censor that last part from television.

[[Daniel Renard Continued In Inner Demons]]
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