57 - Celebrations in the Future - J.F. Hire

Video Log 13:    

     Our Bastard Day is coming up. Yea, 'our'. We're twins. Ejected into the world on the 5th of August twelve years ago. We're getting a pair of twin-barrel shotguns, per tradition. In another year, we'll be trained for guard duty. We'll get to shoot a pair of the mutated turkey for the table on Takes-Giving day, too. Oh, hold on, here comes our Foster-- crap, he's singing:

Foster John claps as he enters, smiling brightly:

Your Foster is so gleeful

You two are nearly people!

We found you at the steeple.

We raised you up,

And now you're here,

So keep people

At bay with fear.

 Here's a shotgun for my dears.

You'll keep it with you for all the years.

Don't blink an eye or shed a tear!

Or the mutant rebels grab your ears,

Cut them up,

Drink your tears.

The mutant rebels fight your heart,

Take your rights,

Kill your fight.

The mutant rebels do not sleep,

You must gaurd,

Through the night.

Good thing you're twins,

It makes it work.

Good thing you're twins,

Your lives are long.

Good thing you're twins,

Mutant rebels can't stand a twin.

The twins are bred to beat the rebel.

To beat the rebel,

Make them see double.

Remember: 

Always carry bubbles.

     Well, I'm going to end this video here... I probably won't make it public-- but friends. There you go. My birthday celebration begins. I hope to see you all at the Pool of Leagues. Get someone to cover your guard shifts!
End Log 13.