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| <div style="border-bottom:2px solid #000000; text-align:left"><font style="color:000000; font-family:Copperplate Gothic Bold; font-variant:small-caps; font-size:16pt">'''Roleplay Hooks'''</font></div><br>
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| * <font style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'''Hedonist''' – This is a nice way of saying that Basil is a slut and a partier. He likes sensation, will try almost anything once, and will flirt with everyone. </font>
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| * <font style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'''Therapist''' – His day job is as a therapist, seeing his patients through teleconference video calls from his apartment. </font>
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| * <font style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'''Russian''' – He was born and raised in Russia until the age of ten, and speaks Russian fluently. </font>
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| * <font style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'''Goth''' – This is pretty obvious given his appearance. Yet Basil is only in it for the aesthetic, not the oftentimes somber, nihilistic philosophy.</font>
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| * <font style="font-family:Times New Roman;">'''Hockey Fan''' – He’s from Michigan, so obviously LET’S GO RED WINGS!</font>
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| |+ style=white-space:nowrap;color:#000000 | Eros and Apollo by Studio Killers
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| Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious<br>
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| <br>
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| There's a boy who is so wonderful<br>
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| That girls who see him cannot find back home<br>
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| And the gigolos run like spiders when he comes<br>
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| 'Cause he is Eros and he's Apollo<br>
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| <br>
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| Girls, with a boy like that it's serious<br>
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| Senoritas, don't follow him<br>
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| Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals<br>
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| Sweet Lolitas, don't go<br>
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| You're still young<br>
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| <br>
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| But every night they fall like dominoes<br>
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| How he does it, only heaven knows<br>
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| All the other men turn gay wherever he goes<br>
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| Wow!<br>
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| <br>
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| Girls, with a boy like that it's serious<br>
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| Senoritas, don't follow him<br>
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| Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals<br>
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| Sweet Lolitas, don't go<br>
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| You're still young<br>
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| <br>
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| Yeah, with a boy like that it's serious<br>
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| Senoritas, don't go<br>
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| Please don't go<br>
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| <br>
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| Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals<br>
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| Sweet Lolitas, don't go<br>
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| You're still young<br>
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| <br>
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| Sweet Lolitas, don't go<br>
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| You're still young<br>
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| <br>
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| Still young, still young, still young<br>
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| Still young, still young, still young<br>
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| Still young
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| |+ style=white-space:nowrap;color:#000000 | The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience
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| {{#ev:youtube|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZcqaolcjUI|300|left}}
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| Yesterday I heard you say<br>
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| Your lust for life has gone away<br>
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| It got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way<br>
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| And that's sad (that's sad)<br>
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| That's sad<br>
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| So let's make a decision, start a new religion<br>
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| Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love<br>
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| Orgiastic dances, nymphs in trances<br>
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| Yeah, we'll be the envy of the gods above<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm feeling devious<br>
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| You're looking glamorous<br>
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| Let's get mischievous<br>
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| And polyamorous<br>
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| Wine and women and wonderful vices<br>
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| Welcome to the cult of Dionysus<br>
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| We could take a Holiday in the month of May<br>
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| Run free and play in fields of flowers<br>
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| Pass the hours, making love is how we'll pray<br>
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| Or start a secret society for the wild and free<br>
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| Our ideology is "You can do what you want<br>
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| Too much is never enough"<br>
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| We are the Life, we are the light<br>
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| We are the envy of the gods above<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm feeling devious<br>
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| You're looking glamorous<br>
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| Let's get mischievous<br>
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| And polyamorous<br>
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| Wine and women and wonderful vices<br>
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| Welcome to the cult of Dionysus<br>
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| Run, run, run away<br>
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| Just take my hand and we'll abandon this world<br>
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| We'll wash those tears away<br>
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| You're young and beautiful, and I'll love you always<br>
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| We got no time for pain<br>
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| When it's just you and me in ecstasy<br>
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| What is with the world today<br>
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| The wicked games that people play<br>
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| The wars, the greed they waste away<br>
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| Yeah, it's sad (it's sad)<br>
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| It's sad<br>
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| So let's spread the word across the land<br>
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| Yeah, one by one, baby hand in hand<br>
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| We got a mission of hope<br>
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| We got a message of love<br>
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| Soon everybody, everywhere will be the envy of the gods above<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm feeling devious<br>
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| You're looking glamorous<br>
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| Let's get mischievous<br>
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| And polyamorous<br>
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| Wine and women and wonderful vices<br>
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| Welcome to the cult of Dionysus<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm feeling devious<br>
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| You're looking glamorous<br>
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| Let's get mischievous (run, run, run away)<br>
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| And polyamorous<br>
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| Wine and women and wonderful vices<br>
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| Welcome to the cult of Dionysus
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| Night, the world, it's mine<br>
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| With nobody else out here<br>
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| It's time, run wild<br>
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| And royally cavalier<br>
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| To burn, ignite<br>
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| I'd do it for so much less<br>
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| When all is made clear<br>
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| There is nothing else
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| And here we stand, the sweet<br>
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| Arresting duality<br>
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| And I come to<br>
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| It's resin all over me<br>
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| Will I awake<br>
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| Will I get a ride with you<br>
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| In this race of two
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| We're an endless stream of choices<br>
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| We're the softest murmur of voices<br>
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| Without names we're fantasising<br>
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising<br>
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies<br>
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| Making waves and diving under<br>
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder<br>
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| So white, so still, so bright<br>
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| It's almost too painful now<br>
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| I'm ready to fight<br>
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| To run from the light<br>
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| And here now comes the sweet<br>
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| Corrupting reality<br>
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| While now I'm free<br>
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| Will I once cease to be<br>
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| Will I awake<br>
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| Will I get a ride with you<br>
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| In this race of two
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| We are momentary masters<br>
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| We're false kings and bastards
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| Without names we're fantasising<br>
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising<br>
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies<br>
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| Making waves and diving under<br>
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder<br>
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| We are marionettes by strings animated<br>
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| Yet like lovers of strings liberated<br>
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| We are marionettes by strings animated<br>
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| Yet like lovers of strings liberated<br>
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| (Without names we're fantasising)
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| Without names we're fantasising<br>
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| Dancing like flames, mesmerising<br>
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| My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies<br>
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| Making waves and diving under<br>
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| Lightning to the sound of thunder<br>
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| My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
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| Brothers by blood separated<br>
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| Marionettes animated<br>
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| Lovers of strings liberated<br>
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| Brothers by blood separated<br>
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| Marionettes animated<br>
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| Lovers of strings liberated
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| Can you see yourself<br>
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| Through the bruises when the makeup melts?<br>
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| In the dark when all the powers out?<br>
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| Everybody talks and gets around
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| When the money talks<br>
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| Do you think it gets the point across?<br>
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| It's a burning coal you're walking on<br>
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| And in a second, all the pain is gone
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| I said, "It's enough"<br>
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| I begged and I ran in circles<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And fell in a concrete jungle<br>
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| I said, "It's done"<br>
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| You never know if you'll get what you wish for<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And I fell<br>
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| I fell, in a concrete jungle
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| The coyotes cry<br>
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| And the sirens pass and harmonize<br>
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| Fires starting every day and night<br>
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| Burn around us while we're trapped inside
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| Wouldn't it be nice<br>
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| To play the game without a crooked die<br>
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| In a world where you don't have to hide?<br>
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| You don't have to live in a disguise
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| I said, "It's enough"<br>
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| I begged and I ran in circles<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And fell in a concrete jungle<br>
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| I said, "It's done"<br>
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| You never know if you'll get what you wish for<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And I fell<br>
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| I fell, in a concrete jungle<br>
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| And I'm the fucking king
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| I want things that money can't buy<br>
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| The price is pain to make this right<br>
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| And I could buy a thousand lives<br>
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| So you can try to kill me, but I can't fucking die<br>
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| Die
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| I said it's enough<br>
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| I begged and I ran in circles<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And fell in a concrete jungle<br>
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| I said it's done<br>
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| You never know if you'll get what you wish for<br>
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| I climbed to the sun<br>
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| And I fell<br>
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| I fell, in a concrete jungle<br>
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| In a concrete jungle<br>
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| And I'm the fucking king
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| Я с закрытыми глазами, (My eyes closed,)<br>
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| прямо в пропасть между нами (I fall into the abyss between us.)<br>
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| И покорно вниз до дна, (And obediently fall to bottom;)<br>
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| в чём, скажи, моя вина? (Tell me, what am I guilty of?)
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| Кто же мы теперь друг другу? (Who are we to each other now?)<br>
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| Ложь, звонки и всё по кругу (Lies, phone calls, and then it starts again.)<br>
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| Притворяюсь будто я, больше не люблю тебя. (And I pretend as if I don't love you.)<br>
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| Не люблю... (Don't love you...)
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) <br>
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| Всё понимаю, но я опять впускаю тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!)<br>
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) <br>
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| Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.)<br>
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| Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!)
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| Полночь, кофе, сигареты - (Midnight, coffee, cigarettes - )<br>
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| Я не знаю с кем ты, где ты (I don't know with whom and where you are.) <br>
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| Ранит и сбивает с ног, (Jealousy wounds me and throws me down,)<br>
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| ревность как электрошок (like an electric shock.)
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| Сердце может возвращаю, (Maybe I'm giving back your heart) <br>
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| не могу ходить по краю (I can't walk on the edge.) <br>
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| Как же мне тебя забыть? (How can I forget you now?)<br>
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| Взять, стереть и разлюбить? (How can I take you, erase you, and stop loving you?)<br>
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| Разлюбить... (Stop loving you...)
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) <br>
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| Всё понимаю, но я опять влюбляюсь в тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!)<br>
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?)<br>
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| Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.)<br>
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| Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!)<br>
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| Ты держись (stay strong.)<br>
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| Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!)
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| Просто вышло так Не важно с кем ты, где ты, как! (It just so happened that I don't know how, with who, or where you are!) <br>
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| И сколько, поцелуев на твоих губах (And how many kisses are on your lips...) <br>
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| Сколько же ночей с ума сходила в темноте (For so many dark nights I was going crazy over you) <br>
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| Но а теперь я говорю тебе (But today I'm telling you)
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?) <br>
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| Всё понимаю, но я опять впускаю тебя! (I get it, really, but I'm falling in love with you again!)<br>
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| А может к чёрту любовь? (Maybe to hell with love?)<br>
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| Всё хорошо, ты держись (It's all good, stay strong.)<br>
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| Раздевайся, ложись, раз пришёл! (Undress and lie down since you came!)<br>
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| Раз пришёл! Раз пришёл... (Since you came! Since you came...)
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Fullname:'''Basil (Vasiliy) Brooks
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Apparent Age:''' Late-Twenties
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Height:''' 5’8”
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Build:''' Slender
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Hair:''' Black with a white streak.
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Heritage:''' Russian
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| | style="color:#000000; text-align:left" | '''Profession:''' Therapist
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| The son of a Russian Black Fury and a human man, Basil’s early life was one of abandonment, neglect, and travail in an orphanage in St. Petersburg. Adopted by an American couple in Michigan, he was found to be too difficult and was disowned and committed to an institution. He would have languished there if he wasn’t found and rescued by a local Children of Gaia pack. There he flourished, experienced his first change, and was accepted. He’s decided to try and help people who hurt like he used to, and is a therapist.
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| While he is Nonbinary, he uses He/Him pronouns to avoid causing conflict with any local Black Fury tribe members, who will notice the family resemblance and may take issue with his identity.
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| <center>"Basil Brooks, Cliath Children of Gaia, Wave-On-Shore, Galliard, formerly Sept of the Shining Island."</center>
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| '''Human Name:''' Basil Brooks
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| '''Rite Name:''' Wave-On-Shore
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| '''Moon:''' Galliard
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| '''Tribe:''' Children of Gaia (Black Fury by birth)
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| '''Camp:''' Servant of the Unicorn
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| Basil (Vasiliy) Brooks is a system that has DID / Multiple Personality Disorder. His two alters are Basil and Vasiliy. Basil is the kind and compassionate aspect, and Vasiliy is the aspect that protects them from harm, and has the same worldview (for the most part) as any Black Fury. Vasiliy resulted from years of trauma and abuse suffered as a child in Russia and then with his foster parents in the United States. Basil was able to take primary control, with Vasiliy's consent, once they were adopted into the Children of Gaia pack and finally felt safe enough.
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| As they have lived and settled into their new life in LA, Basil and Vasiliy are getting along much better and are rarely at odds with each other anymore.
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| <center>"Basil Brooks, Cliath Children of Gaia, Wave-On-Shore, Galliard, formerly Sept of the Shining Island."</center>
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| '''Human Name:''' Basil Brooks
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| '''Rite Name:''' Wave-On-Shore
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| '''Moon:''' Galliard
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| '''Tribe:''' Children of Gaia
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| '''Camp:''' Servant of the Unicorn
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| '''Background:'''</br>
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| The son of a Russian Black Fury and a human man, Basil’s early life was one of abandonment, neglect, and travail in an orphanage in St. Petersburg. Adopted by an American couple in Michigan, he was found to be too difficult and was disowned and committed to an institution. He would have languished there if he wasn’t found and rescued by a local Children of Gaia pack. There he flourished, experienced his first change, and was accepted. He’s decided to try and help people who hurt like he used to, and is a therapist.
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| While he is Nonbinary, he uses He/Him pronouns to avoid causing conflict with any local Black Fury tribe members, who will notice the family resemblance and may take issue with his identity.
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