We’re in the same room as when we last saw Tobias at Havoc.
Some time has passed however, the stress and indignities of the night have been dealt with and Tobias is in a better frame of mind.
From off camera, Tobias accepts a cup of what looks to be warm chai tea, before a warm towel is draped over his shoulders, still leaving his well toned physique on display.
Inhaling deeply the sweet scents drifting up from the tea, he looks first behind the camera, checking that the attendant has now left the room for now, before taking a small sip.
A small intake of breath follows through his nose, as he gives himself time to both enjoy the moment and hold you, the viewer in place.
(Tobias): Let it not be said that I can’t be reflective on things.
Another sip.
(Tobias): Let it not be said that I can’t see the faults and correct them… in others… for of course, that’s where this… this…
With one hand, he makes a spinning motion in the air briefly, searching for the right words.
(Tobias): … this unmitigated disaster all stems from.
He’s sighing, a look of dismay forming, visible over the cup as he takes another sip.
A few moments of silence pass.
(Tobias): And to think, my debut… ruined...
Tutting, he shakes his head in dismay, lowering the cup lower to rest on his lap, out of the view of the camera.
(Tobias): Now management, they were in a tricky bind I’m sure. Yes, I’m new, but I’m not the opener. They knew that. As for being the headliner, I mean, duh… but what’s his name… Jes… Jack…? Jackson? John…? Anyway, he’s not. So sure, I get it, I’m not going to be placed in the main event right away… their loss of course…
His tone brooks no argument with this being the case.
(Tobias): But as I made clear, I’m not here to waste time. Perhaps I didn’t quite imagine how shockingly bad everyone else on the night would be, but given my last few events where I had to endure wasn’t as bad… urgh…
An exhalation of air from his nose.
He’s clearly winding himself up, so a few moments pass as he calms himself down.
(Tobias): A lesson learned. I will prepare myself for yet more mediocrity and ineptitude from those around me come the next Havoc. I will prepare myself for everyone else to be shockingly inconsiderate and time wasting wretches… and then, I’ll make an example out of the hillbilly son… or one of them at least.
The cup of chai tea is raised back up in one hand, a shoo’ing motion being made to the camera with the other.
The scene fades to black.
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