(9/29) Message from Dorothea Redcurve
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2024 1:11 am
I get a No Caller ID call, late my time, and very late for anyone in Kansas City. Given all the goings-on tonight, I'm not really sure who I expect to hear on the other end.
"Is this Kevin Gossett?" a gruff voice comes through, roughing up my last name, and I answer in the affirmative.
I ask who it is, "This is Dorothea Redcurve."
Innnnnteresting. Not at all who I was expecting.
He asks if I run the Exiled forums and and I say that I help out and have some power there, but not as much as others.
Dorothea tells me he wants to get a message out to everyone on the forums, but he, very pointedly, does not want to make an account on the forums (he does not like technology). He asks if he can post without joining the forums, so I offer to help him out, and tell him I can post on his behalf. I ask him what he wants to say, and he tells me to relay his message verbatim, no funny stuff...
"This is Dorothea Redcurve.
I don't use those interweb boxes because I'm a man with testicles and a good damn spine.
But I did want all of them monitor jockeys at home to know that we've been working on an evening full of fun and scares.
Don't pay no mind to loud fucking songbirds, just come on down with an empty belly and a full wad ,and we'll take care of you."
He waits patiently as I scribble down his message. While I'm writing, he's constantly burping, and at one point, stops to take a very loud piss. After I write it all down, I ask him if there's anything else he wants to say, The call beeps, he's hung up on me.
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I make this post and then about twenty minutes later, I receive another call from Dorothea. He asks if that's all the "great Kevin Gossett has got" (I appreciate the compliment), and where all of the storytelling is. I point out that he told me to get his message out verbatim. This prompts a string of curses, "...motherfucker, cunt...." before the line goes dead again.
"Is this Kevin Gossett?" a gruff voice comes through, roughing up my last name, and I answer in the affirmative.
I ask who it is, "This is Dorothea Redcurve."
Innnnnteresting. Not at all who I was expecting.
He asks if I run the Exiled forums and and I say that I help out and have some power there, but not as much as others.
Dorothea tells me he wants to get a message out to everyone on the forums, but he, very pointedly, does not want to make an account on the forums (he does not like technology). He asks if he can post without joining the forums, so I offer to help him out, and tell him I can post on his behalf. I ask him what he wants to say, and he tells me to relay his message verbatim, no funny stuff...
"This is Dorothea Redcurve.
I don't use those interweb boxes because I'm a man with testicles and a good damn spine.
But I did want all of them monitor jockeys at home to know that we've been working on an evening full of fun and scares.
Don't pay no mind to loud fucking songbirds, just come on down with an empty belly and a full wad ,and we'll take care of you."
He waits patiently as I scribble down his message. While I'm writing, he's constantly burping, and at one point, stops to take a very loud piss. After I write it all down, I ask him if there's anything else he wants to say, The call beeps, he's hung up on me.
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I make this post and then about twenty minutes later, I receive another call from Dorothea. He asks if that's all the "great Kevin Gossett has got" (I appreciate the compliment), and where all of the storytelling is. I point out that he told me to get his message out verbatim. This prompts a string of curses, "...motherfucker, cunt...." before the line goes dead again.