Another face appearing in Mark’s facecam, taunting smirk overlaying a clueless Mark, Jack disappearing in a cloud of static only to reappearing in.. Wade’s? But no, that’s not Jack… Bob frozen, picture distorted, Wade is GONE.
The screen goes black. You sit in shock.
The screen suddenly explodes with color and movement, voices through your headphones making you jump.
Holy. Shit. This edit consumed my brain. I’ve spent the last 3 days working on it, at all hours, and even had multiple dreams about working on it long after I want to sleep.
Also, excuse my questionable writing. I wanted this to be a gif but then I thought how cool it would be as a video edit. But after staring at Premiere Pro for about 5 hours, I fled back to the safety of Photoshop and made what you see now. A tiny bit of written narrative to make up for what’s missing with visual cues.
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HORROR. and THE MYSTERIOUS SCREAMING TRASH CAN ¦ Prop Hunt #41)
There is an old folklore saying that you have two deaths, the first, when your physical body dies, and the second is the last time someone says your name. By making music, I’m trying postpone my second death as long as I can.
“Hey everyone! I just wanted to send you this quick video message to tell you how excited I am to be attending Clexa Con, the very first Clexa Con. I’ll be there next weekend in Las Vegas of course on Saturday March 4th and Sunday March 5th. Make sure you follow them on Twitter and Instagram @clexacon and check out their website so you know when and where exactly to find me. And I will see you in Sin City. So many queer ladies under one roof. That’s going to be a wild trip. Byeeee!”