[17th-century England. A priest is conversing with several town guards. Suddenly an excited peasant sprints up to them.] peasant: I saw her! I saw her with my own eyes! priest: No... could it be... peasant: Yes! The one with hair and eyes as green as grass and skin as flawless as a diamond, wearing disturbingly scant clothing and a curious glasses-piece on her head which serves no apparent purpose! priest: [quickly does the sign of the cross] By the Heavenly Father, she's here! The Vocaloid is in this town! peasant: This calls for action! We must round up a force to find this Vocaloid and put her to death! guard captain: Wait a minute, wait a minute... are you absolutely certain that she's a Vocaloid? Have you personally witnessed this lady perform any of the actions that these beings are said to be capable of? peasant: I did! I swear on my mother's grave that I did! Once, while I was in the countryside, I witnessed her approach a raging river... and she rose several feet into the air, floated across, and landed on the other side! guard: No! peasant: Another time, she was on a wagon train which had stopped because a huge boulder had blocked the mountain pass. She approached the boulder, picked it up, and cast it aside like it was no more than a slingstone! guard: Diabolical! peasant: Another time, she was in a bar drinking, and she had gotten into a nasty argument with a tavern boor, a massive brute. She dragged him out of the bar and struck him so hard that he flew straight into a mountain a good quarter-mile away! guard: That's... uh... peasant: Another time, she had a quarrel with a fencing master, so she marched right into his school with no weapons or protection whatsoever... and not only did she leave without a scratch, the heads of the fencing master and all his followers were found violently torn off and impaled on their own swords! [pause while they digest all this] peasant: On second thought, I'm not going anywhere near her. guard captain: I agree. Confronting her would... create too much of a commotion. priest: So what now? We have to put _someone_ to death! [they think about it] guard captain: I have an idea! We don't kill Vocaloids... we kill beings who _kind of look like_ Vocaloids! peasant: Hey, that sounds like a fine idea! They'll be much easier targets, and who will be the wiser? priest: Heaven be praised! Let's do this! [The next day. An angry mob, led by the guard captain, is marching through the streets. Suddenly he points at something in the near distance.] guard captain: There she is! Kill her! mob: BURN THE VOCALOID! [They rush to the attack. A few seconds later, their torn, burned, blasted, crushed, smashed bodies litter the ground.] [Cut to a social club. Teto Kasane is talking to a producer, with Ritsu Namine, Meiji Gahata, Momo Momone, Renri Yamine, and some of their friends relaxing in the background.] Teto: ...so after a couple years of that, all the nations of the world became so utterly terrified of us that they allowed us to do whatever we want forever and ever. _Now_ are you convinced that we're a much better choice for a producer who desires complete creative freedom? producer: Look, I'll think about it, all right?
This song is as dark as ever...
This was beautiful, great song !
[17th-century England. A priest is conversing with several town guards. Suddenly an excited peasant sprints up to them.]
peasant: I saw her! I saw her with my own eyes!
priest: No... could it be...
peasant: Yes! The one with hair and eyes as green as grass and skin as flawless as a diamond, wearing disturbingly scant clothing and a curious glasses-piece on her head which serves no apparent purpose!
priest: [quickly does the sign of the cross] By the Heavenly Father, she's here! The Vocaloid is in this town!
peasant: This calls for action! We must round up a force to find this Vocaloid and put her to death!
guard captain: Wait a minute, wait a minute... are you absolutely certain that she's a Vocaloid? Have you personally witnessed this lady perform any of the actions that these beings are said to be capable of?
peasant: I did! I swear on my mother's grave that I did! Once, while I was in the countryside, I witnessed her approach a raging river... and she rose several feet into the air, floated across, and landed on the other side!
guard: No!
peasant: Another time, she was on a wagon train which had stopped because a huge boulder had blocked the mountain pass. She approached the boulder, picked it up, and cast it aside like it was no more than a slingstone!
guard: Diabolical!
peasant: Another time, she was in a bar drinking, and she had gotten into a nasty argument with a tavern boor, a massive brute. She dragged him out of the bar and struck him so hard that he flew straight into a mountain a good quarter-mile away!
guard: That's... uh...
peasant: Another time, she had a quarrel with a fencing master, so she marched right into his school with no weapons or protection whatsoever... and not only did she leave without a scratch, the heads of the fencing master and all his followers were found violently torn off and impaled on their own swords!
[pause while they digest all this]
peasant: On second thought, I'm not going anywhere near her.
guard captain: I agree. Confronting her would... create too much of a commotion.
priest: So what now? We have to put _someone_ to death!
[they think about it]
guard captain: I have an idea! We don't kill Vocaloids... we kill beings who _kind of look like_ Vocaloids!
peasant: Hey, that sounds like a fine idea! They'll be much easier targets, and who will be the wiser?
priest: Heaven be praised! Let's do this!
[The next day. An angry mob, led by the guard captain, is marching through the streets. Suddenly he points at something in the near distance.]
guard captain: There she is! Kill her!
mob: BURN THE VOCALOID!
[They rush to the attack. A few seconds later, their torn, burned, blasted, crushed, smashed bodies litter the ground.]
[Cut to a social club. Teto Kasane is talking to a producer, with Ritsu Namine, Meiji Gahata, Momo Momone, Renri Yamine, and some of their friends relaxing in the background.]
Teto: ...so after a couple years of that, all the nations of the world became so utterly terrified of us that they allowed us to do whatever we want forever and ever. _Now_ are you convinced that we're a much better choice for a producer who desires complete creative freedom?
producer: Look, I'll think about it, all right?
this is absolutely wonderfully beautiful
Es una de las mejores canciones de Gumi y Kaoling.
Actually, i think it is about the tortures in the middle ages to a female that others thought was a witch
+Gigi Leung Thats what it meant to me too.
oh my thank you thank you! My Japanese was not etiquette enough to understand the song fully XD
Hello there new favourite Gumi song
2022
@Scion of Crimson thank you :)
So magical... My sister needs to hear this X3 She'll love it too~
did you ever show her
wah!! MV... thank you for the subs
Soooo fantastic!!!! (>o
Schönes Lied von GUMI.
Awesome :D
2025?
2020?
*2019?*
good
2024?
ちょっと怖い 目でかい....