♠ A Pair of Tens ♠ [Voice; Action-Open]
So. {That is a very pointed, sharp sounding word right there. Be prepared, Ace is in a ranty mood.}
Ya know what's been bugging me about all of this? If the scientists really look after us, if they really pay attention and jump in when they're needed, then why the hell can't they give us better warnings of this shit? Ya know, instead of after the fact.
If they really gave a damn, why can't they speak up? I've seen them on the network, I know they can post and respond just like the rest of us and I know they know more than they let on.
Why the fuck couldn't they at least tell me this shit was going to happen? It seems like they knew something was coming. Why didn't they warn me to stay put in Spero so I could take care of the new people coming in? Hell I'm not even asking for an explanation, just a heads up would have been nice. They knew what I was up to. I refuse to believe they don't stalk every single one of our broadcasts.
No. Now I'm stuck here until this fog lifts and those new to Fortuna are stranded over there with barely anything to live off of and it's my fault. {An audible noise as he punches something solid.}
If I could have stayed to take them with, I would have. I should have known!
{He sighs, trying to calm down. But he still has a bitter tone.} We've cleaned it out. Plain and simple. We were stuck there for weeks and there wasn't much to begin with. I can't get back over to them for another week, assuming this fog disappears soon...
Shit. There's no telling what kind of monsters are roaming through it. I can't warn them. I can't help them from here!
And the bodies... {Silence as he's trying hard to contain his frustration and failing miserably. He's now addressing the scientists.}
Whoever the hell is left you better have a damn good excuse or stop Half-assing your involvement with us. If you really gave a damn you wouldn't hide so much.
FUCKING TALK TO US. YOU PUT US HERE. IT TAKES MORE THAN JUST SUPPLIES TO TAKE CARE OF US! Get involved. Fucking take some damn responsibility for the lives you've disrupted!! We'll listen, what else CAN we do. You've proven you want to keep us alive so fucking do a better job and work with us!
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{He's good and seething by the time he shuts the feed off, device clutched tightly in a white knuckled hand. Anyone can come talk to him but approach with caution. He'll be out by the Hardy, staring out over the lake through the thick fog. He will be distracting himself by checking over his warehouse to see if any damage has been done since he's left.}
Ya know what's been bugging me about all of this? If the scientists really look after us, if they really pay attention and jump in when they're needed, then why the hell can't they give us better warnings of this shit? Ya know, instead of after the fact.
If they really gave a damn, why can't they speak up? I've seen them on the network, I know they can post and respond just like the rest of us and I know they know more than they let on.
Why the fuck couldn't they at least tell me this shit was going to happen? It seems like they knew something was coming. Why didn't they warn me to stay put in Spero so I could take care of the new people coming in? Hell I'm not even asking for an explanation, just a heads up would have been nice. They knew what I was up to. I refuse to believe they don't stalk every single one of our broadcasts.
No. Now I'm stuck here until this fog lifts and those new to Fortuna are stranded over there with barely anything to live off of and it's my fault. {An audible noise as he punches something solid.}
If I could have stayed to take them with, I would have. I should have known!
{He sighs, trying to calm down. But he still has a bitter tone.} We've cleaned it out. Plain and simple. We were stuck there for weeks and there wasn't much to begin with. I can't get back over to them for another week, assuming this fog disappears soon...
Shit. There's no telling what kind of monsters are roaming through it. I can't warn them. I can't help them from here!
And the bodies... {Silence as he's trying hard to contain his frustration and failing miserably. He's now addressing the scientists.}
Whoever the hell is left you better have a damn good excuse or stop Half-assing your involvement with us. If you really gave a damn you wouldn't hide so much.
FUCKING TALK TO US. YOU PUT US HERE. IT TAKES MORE THAN JUST SUPPLIES TO TAKE CARE OF US! Get involved. Fucking take some damn responsibility for the lives you've disrupted!! We'll listen, what else CAN we do. You've proven you want to keep us alive so fucking do a better job and work with us!
--
{He's good and seething by the time he shuts the feed off, device clutched tightly in a white knuckled hand. Anyone can come talk to him but approach with caution. He'll be out by the Hardy, staring out over the lake through the thick fog. He will be distracting himself by checking over his warehouse to see if any damage has been done since he's left.}