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If you have any questions about whether or not WEBCAMS is a collab for you and if you need tips on how to record your footage for this show, please read this article in our How-To section.
There are only TWO parts up for grabs in this script, but I'm not telling you which ones they are (mainly because I'll figure it out later). As always, leave a comment below regarding which part you're interested in. If you're new to WEBCAMS, also leave a link to a video that shows off your acting.
The chosen performers will be notified by email along with there being a corresponding post in this blog.
If you'd like to contribute to the show, but if you don't want to act, we're always looking for original, :20 songs to compliment the main theme of the episode. If you have an idea for, and you want to write an episode of WEBCAMS, please submit it for consideration to this email address.
Click past the break for the new script!
Dear Mr. Krumbine,
For over a year, I have been involved with Krumbination, the community, and you. Although you may sometimes feel as though you have not accomplished much in your time on YouTube, we have to look at what qualifies as an accomplishment.
In Krumbination, I have made friends that I never would have had, had it not been for you, and that includes yourself. I would have stuck to my channel, never really reached out past it, as I didn't know that option was available to me...and until I heard your name, it wasn't. You, and the rest of the group, have made me push myself to limits that I didn't know I had. My last video included several of us, and without those connections that you helped make, that video would not exsist. No one would have cared if I was making videos or not...but as it was, someone did care when I was away from YouTube. First you, then Matty. That made me realize for the first time that this wasn't just a ploy to get more views...I actually had friends.
You have friends too, Jordan. We watch because we love you, and we love what you do. Our connections are growing, getting stronger, and with that strength we are capable of a lot.
All this brings me to this, My, and our, gift to you. A song. A song that reminds us why we're here. A song that says we don't have to do anything alone anymore. A song that recognizes that each one of us have the gift of creativity. A gift that you first reminded us of.
This video will NOT be posted on my channel. It is for you. It is for Horbawrong. It is for Krumbination.
All our love,
Rob, Chris, Matt, and Anna.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Just because I told what the answer wasn't, don't expect to tell what the answer IS. Shit, that's just being greedy. And did you ever stop to think that maybe it was all this running around, demanding the right answers that got us into this situation in the first place? The pain, the agony, the unrelenting neurosis .... really, it's all your fault.
.... seriously, you should know by now not to argue with me.
With great power comes great responsibility. Who would have thought that a phrase pulled from a comic book could have become so cliched?
I'll speak in more cliches after the break. (Probably not. Or maybe yes.)
This is, without a doubt, not entirely a great idea. Which is not to say that it's a bad idea, either, but it's definitely not great. I think. Maybe. What is a great idea, anyways? And isn't greatness kind of subjective? That idea that you think is so great? Yeah, I might just think it's the dumbest thing since sliced bread.
(I know what you're thinking: how can sliced bread be dumb? Isn't that metaphor backwards? Is that even a metaphor? Isn't it more of an analogy? Or is it something else entirely? You know what, I'm not an English teacher, so I won't lecture you on the specifics. You're welcome. The point is that sliced bread really is dumb. Leave it to the human race to complicate something as beautiful and simple as bread. And what are we? Snotty twits? We have to go through the whole trouble of slicing our bread and adorning it in various ways because we CAN'T POSSIBLY EAT IT PLAIN AND UNSLICED?! You bread slicers out there disgust me with your arrogant ways and your holier-than-thou attitude. And yes, I did just write "snotty twits".)
Follow me past the break to see if I can avoid any other tangents (hint: probably not).
First thing's first: there is no first. Starting things is way too difficult.
Secondly: that was easy, huh?
I've updated the sidebar to better describe what I'm attempting with this particular blog entry (apologies to anyone reading this in the distant future: I know I've changed the sidebar many times since April 11, 2011, and the description I'm referring to has likely been long since replaced. In fact, I strongly suspect that in the distant future, this blog won't even exist, which means you Future People aren't even reading it, which means my apologies are falling on deaf, nonexistent ears. Bastards. The ears, not the nonexistent Future People. Sorry--dammit! Nevermind.)
It has recently been brought to my attention (recently: sixty seconds ago) that it behooves me to copy the new blog description into the body of this post .... you know, for posterity's sake. And for the sake of the nonexistent Future People. I mean, come on--just because they don't yet exist doesn't mean they're not people. Or rather, they won't BE people. Become people? You know what the real problem is? You think that just because they live in the future and you live in the present, you're somehow better than they are. Well, let me tell you something: you're probably right. Mainly because the nonexistent Future People don't actually exist yet.
BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOUR HATEFUL DISCRIMINATION ANY BETTER!!! Yep, that's a little bit of the Rage Cannon, for you, shooting missiles of Bouncy Rubber Truth Balls that will rattle within the walls of your closed-off mind until they drive you straight to insanity, right after zipping through Taco Bell's late-night drive-thru.
.... follow me past the break to see if I start making any sense. And for the blog description that you're oh-so curious about, dear Future People. My guess is that I probably won't. Make sense. Dammit, follow a conversation, will you?