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canon is Welcome to Night Vale...
Good evening Mundane. Yes you, listening in on your couch, trying to drown out the empty echoing silence with the soothing sound of my voice. This is Cecil Baldwin, talking directly to you from Night Vale Community Radio. This is a broadcast about you.
You may be feeling a sense of deja vu, a prickling on your skin, at the base of every hair on the back of your neck as they begin to stand on end. Perhaps you've heard this all before, or perhaps the angels are looking over your shoulder, breathing into your ear. These are the same angels, of course, that may or may not exist and whom we know nothing about. Be assured that it's probably not the angels. You probably have heard this before.
Now, you know me, Mundane. I would be the last person to object to having someone planning out every detail of my life. I'd say relax, enjoy the relief from that endless anxiety that comes from making decision after decision. Let someone else take on your burdens and suffer your slings and arrows. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing, nothing at all.
I would say that, if it weren't for beautiful, perfect Carlos. My majestic Carlos, who might worry if I were to give over my...inalienable rights to an all-seeing, all knowing cosmic being without so much as a scientific inquiry.
[ a chuckle, one that ends in a giddy, affectionate sigh. ] That is just like those scientists, with that classic comedic wit.
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You may be feeling a sense of deja vu, a prickling on your skin, at the base of every hair on the back of your neck as they begin to stand on end. Perhaps you've heard this all before, or perhaps the angels are looking over your shoulder, breathing into your ear. These are the same angels, of course, that may or may not exist and whom we know nothing about. Be assured that it's probably not the angels. You probably have heard this before.
Now, you know me, Mundane. I would be the last person to object to having someone planning out every detail of my life. I'd say relax, enjoy the relief from that endless anxiety that comes from making decision after decision. Let someone else take on your burdens and suffer your slings and arrows. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing, nothing at all.
I would say that, if it weren't for beautiful, perfect Carlos. My majestic Carlos, who might worry if I were to give over my...inalienable rights to an all-seeing, all knowing cosmic being without so much as a scientific inquiry.
[ a chuckle, one that ends in a giddy, affectionate sigh. ] That is just like those scientists, with that classic comedic wit.
We'll continue with this story after a word from our sponsors.