Recording no. 1: "Luxia, Death Personifed"

- There is static as someone fumbles with the recorder, and some rough curse words comes through, then again, static. It suddenly stop and everything goes quiet. Someone clears their throat. A female's annoyed voice appears. - "Hello? Is the godda**ed thing on?" - A different voice, more rough, a male's voice goes on with a heavy sigh. - "Look, the REC icon is flashing, it's on. Jeez." - There are footsteps to be heard, and it is fading away. The same female's voice pops up on the recorder. At first, it does not seem the female is speaking directly to the recorder. - "F**k, he needs a jumbo-sized chill pill - Oh sh*t!" - Seems that the female did not want the sentence to be recorded. Some fumbling noises goes on, then the recorder stops. Beep. Record1 deleted. A staticky noise appears, then it disappears with silence. A sigh is heard. - "Ehh... I don't know what to say. My name is Luxia. I come from a long line of Blood Elves. I am a Warrior..." - The female, who is called Luxia, scoffs in dismay. - "Well, not a Warrior. Abbadon Warrior. It's um... Techinally a Warrior who has turned away from their 'Warrior's Call'. Mind you, there's a lot of kinds in the Warrior lineage, but I assure you this is the most... What's the word? Ah, ruthless." - There is a 'hmm'ing noise from Luxia, then she resumes. - "This is my life, recorded-style. I shall call you... Sprocket." - Luxia is naming her recorder. - "Okay, Sprocket. Let's see... Oh! In case you're wondering, Abbadon comes from one of the 12 fallen archangels of Lucifer. Abbadon is the Angel of Destruction. In a way, we are warriors, but to most, it's the opposite. Warriors are protectors, defenders, and noble fighters. Abbadon Warriors are murderers, destructive and dishonorable. We seek out blood, while they only draw blood if needed. We laugh while they mourn. We--" - Luxia suddenly stops speaking. The 'Sprocket' recorder is being dropped. Thump, as it hit the ground. Luxia becomes creepily silent. She appears to have forgetten to press pause on the recorder. A distant footsteps is being heard. There goes Luxia, running like a beast. A sheathing noise happens, like withdrawing a sword from its sheath. A echoing bloodcurling scream occurs. There is some sloshing noises, like blood is being spilled, and manical laughter from Luxia. The recorder is being picked up. Luxia laughs directly to it. It is unnatural, scary. It is like Luxia became a different person. The laughter subsides. - "Oh, it's on? Nice! Sprocket, you just heard me killing a Tauren paladin. Yeah, thing's all beef, up for grabs now. Heh." - There is some chewing noises. If the recorder was a human, it would be in complete horror. - "This is some good Tauren chow. Oh, did I mention that we're all cannibals? Yeah! It's awesome, right? Anyway, um... Good night?" - Her voice goes from confident to unsure. The tone quivers while Luxia says good night. She clears her throat. - "Um... I mean..." - Her voice goes strong and confident again. - "This is Entry One of Luxia's life." - It goes silent, and there is some clicking noises. Entry One saved. The recorder shuts down. - 

(This story is one of my stories when I was role-playing on World of Warcraft... xD)

Wow, I just noticed this thread was created in the Poetry section.. Can someone move it, please?