You know how in Animal Crossing when you don’t play for a while, your house will be infested with cockroaches? Tumblr is like that, but instead of cockroaches you get porn-bots.
You are an immortal being trapped within a technologically advanced prison. What exactly you did to end up there is unclear, as while your body remains untouched by time, your memory is significantly less impervious. Over the eons, your prison begins to decay around you. One day, your bonds at last give out.
*MB and Tour Guide procrastinating in the employee lounge*
Bakura: *Busts open door and slams it behind him*
MB: I really need to remember to lock that thing.
Bakura: Terribly sorry, but do you mind if I stay in here for around five… ten minutes?
TG: Oh hey! You got your voice too!
MB: Let me guess. Marik didn’t take the news all too well?
Bakura: Uhhh.
*Muffled sounds of violence in the hallway behind the door*
Marik: KAIBAAAAAAA!!! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU PRISSY LITTLE [very bad word redacted]?!? IF YOU DON’T GET JONATHAN ROSS IN A RECORDING BOOTH THIS INSTANT, I’LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!!!
Mockingbirb: Alright, the Wave Duel arena is complete. Can somebody notify Mr. Kaiba for me?
???: Why can’t you do it? You never do anything around here.
MB: HUH?!? WHO- Y-you can’t be back here lady!
Tour Guide from the Underworld: …I work here.
MB: Thats not the prob- wait… You- YOU CAN TALK?!?
TG: Uhh, I’ve always been able-
MB: NONONO, I MEAN YOU HAVE A VOICE!
TG: Oh yeah, Mr. Kaiba had some guys give me one. Apparently some new game called Master Duel is taking players away from Duel Links, so they thought giving me one would help keep some people around.
MB: …Ok, but why are you back here?
TG: …Uhhhhhh… Well not everybody took the news too well and…
*Meanwhile…
Marik Ishtar: *Sobbing in Bakura’s lap* THEY GAVE HER A VOICE BEFORE ME?!?
Bakura Ryo: Shhhhhh, it’s ok. We’ll get ours eventually…
Mockingbirb: Uhhhh, Ms. Kaboom? While Kaiba Corp regulations are lax in terms of “regulated vehicles,” I’m afraid we can’t let you bring that in here.
Anna: WHAT?!? What’s wrong with my ride?!?
Mockingbirb: Ma’am, your “ride” is a piece of heavily armored military equipment. With live ammunition.
Anna: AND?!?
Mockingbirb: And if it’s still in front of the gate within the next five minutes, I’ll have to call security-