From The Vault/2

Five Years Ago


Okay the bass is actually pretty cool.

I can't believe I'm saying this but, yeah.  Turns out, it's not just the thing no one notices in rock bands.  Mr. V has me playing some jazz and stuff and says eventually I'll be doing solos.

Once I'm, you know, actually good at it of course.

Anyway, sleepover tonight!  Katrina and I are going to be watching movies mostly, I think.  Mom's promised to let us rent whatever we want*.  She actually said asterisk.  It was so nerdy I died a little inside.

Better go get ready!

~~Destiny

Stuck

Well.  I guess I'll be camping out in this old house for a while.

It was going so well, but there's a Serpent of the Endless Ravening Maw sleeping in a nearby valley.  I'd make a detour to avoid it but I'm afraid to move too much now that I'm so close to it--pretty sure it stirred when I tapped that cactus for water.  Gonna camp out until morning and see if it's shifted realities in its sleep.  Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky and it'll leave a fang or two behind.  I could use some more picks and reeds.

Anyway, since I have the time, a little about me.  My name is Destiny Grey.  I was a senior in high school during the First Cacophony.  As you might've guessed, during the Cacophony (both times), I heard the Infinite Song--you know, as in literally heard it.  I guess that makes me a capital B bard but that capital letter is waaaaaaaay too pretentious for me.

My favorite instrument is Katrina, my bass, which also has my best friend's soul in it.  I'm also a fan of various woodwinds.  Except the oboe.  Screw the oboe.  I hope the two in my backpack heard that and are suitably burned.

Welp, I'm going to get some sleep.  Hopefully in the morning I'll be down one gigantic transdimensional snake.

From The Vault/1

Five Years Ago

So, I'm starting to re-think pep band.

It's too late to re-think band.  That ship sailed in Jr. High.  That Rubicon has long since been crossed.  I am already a band nerd.  It has been forever burned into my permanent record, in twenty inch cherry red letters on the fabric of my entire existence.

But pep band.  I'm not so sure.

I mean, the only instrument left is the bass.  I mean, no one cares about the bassist.

Maybe that's a blessing in disguise, though.  I won't be so thoroughly embarrassed when we play at halftime.  And I mean every halftime.  I didn't even know some of these sports had a halftime.

But, well, maybe it'll be cool, learning something new.  I mean, bass guitar might not be much but it's better than clarinet or oboe.   I don't even know what I was thinking, picking the oboe.  I'd get more enjoyment out of killing a duck, and I'd make the same sound.

Later, journal.

~~Destiny

The Mouthless Smile

Ah killing acolytes of the Mouthless Smile.

Is there any problem it can't solve?

Well, I mean, maybe if you need to question an acolyte of the Mouthless Smile.  But you could probably just use necromancy then, I guess, so no, there isn't a problem it can't solve, thanks for answering the rhetorical question me.

Hey, no problem.

Seriously though, I think I need to sharpen Katrina a bit.  She's just not cutting as well as she used to, you know?

~~Destiny