Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-32637988-20170917164048/@comment-32480792-20171004030154

@Me:

At home...

I placed my violin in the correct position, and I held the bow like I was going to play it. Aztec began to tense up...

Me: "You know, whether we report you to the authirities or not, you still have to tell us. And, if you don't, than this is what you're gonna get!"

With that, I began one of the most discordant preformaces of my entire life. Starting with a tremolo F# for a few seconds (just to tease), I then launced into a series of discordant marcato chords, befor returning to tremolo F#. This was repeated. Then I launched into more chords, jete, saltato, and left-hand pizzicato being combined like never before to torture the eardrums of the most steadfast listener. Everybody present covered their ears as I continued to torture my violin (thankfully, I already knew how to play normally, so I didn't snap any strings), chord after dissonant chord screaming out their horrible melodies. My bow was even just jumping around on the violin. When I finished by doing a low tremolo and then sliding up and releasing horror-movie style, Aztec was already crying for mercy.

AE: "PLEASE!! STOP!!! I'LL TELL EVERYTHING!!! PLEASE, JUST STOP!!! AHHH!!! *notices that I stopped* Please, I'll tell! I'LL TELL!!! Just don't do it again, please!!"

The phone call..

USA: "Really? I don't believe you."

Then I started playing my violin.

Russia: AHH !! ОСТАНОВИ ЭТО!! Is that Canada??!!"

USA: "No, we're just interrogating Aztec Empire. Here, let me move away." *moves away*

Outside the house...

The pastor and Canada had just pulled up in front of the house when I started playing.

Canada: "AH!! BY GOD, THAT'S WORSE THAN MY PLAYING!!! WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE, EH??!!!"

Pastor: "What the..."

Canada: "Excuse me- I need to go inside. Thanks for the lift!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pastor: "You're welcome... and God bless you, brother!" *drives away*

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Canada then made it inside the house just after I had stopped playing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Canada: *bursts through the door* "WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE??!!!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">@Floofy2: Attendant: "Well, I don't think we have sodas.... We have juices, though. And I do believe we have tea, what kind would you like?"