[VIDEO]
[The feed flickers on, the scenery wobbling and shaking precariously for a moment or so, the sound distorted thanks to fingers fumbling over the microphone]
Dammit, who the hell thought it was a good idea to make this thing so goddamn complicated, anyway? I'm starting to miss the one Botan gave me, and that's a real issue considering it looked like a freakin' compact mirror--
[Soon enough, the image settles itself, to a teenage boy staring intently at the screen]
...right, okay, red button's flashing. Guess that means it's working.
[AHEM]
Alright, folks, listen up! I don't know where the hell I am or how the hell I got here, and I'm not gonna be assed to fill out that paperwork junk in order to find out! Maybe those guys didn't get the memo, but having my world blown up, along with possibly most of the people who live there isn't going to put me in the mood to fill out questions about what I ate for breakfast today. Something blew my stinking planet to pieces, and I'm not gonna stand here scratching my ass until I find out what it is and where the hell the rest of my friends are!
I don't care if I hafta fight this entire ship of sci-fi convention rejects in order to--
[whoops that tirade is promptly being interrupted by a blue, pudgy face popping in front of the camera 8I]
PUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
--Dammit, Puu! Way to kill my dramatic speech there!
[and unsuccessfully trying to squash the little animal down off the screen, to the protest of many indignant 'PUUUUUUU DX's and flailing]
Of all the things that had to tag along...! Quit moving so much, wouldja?
[amidst all the moving and struggling, the guide drops, promptly cutting out the feed once it hits the floor. OOPS.]
((OOC- TAGS WILL BE KINDA SLOW thanks to work and getting used to the setting, but HAVE AT HIM
also aaaah gonna go to bed, so WILL BE BACK IN THE MORNING ;3;/))
Dammit, who the hell thought it was a good idea to make this thing so goddamn complicated, anyway? I'm starting to miss the one Botan gave me, and that's a real issue considering it looked like a freakin' compact mirror--
[Soon enough, the image settles itself, to a teenage boy staring intently at the screen]
...right, okay, red button's flashing. Guess that means it's working.
[AHEM]
Alright, folks, listen up! I don't know where the hell I am or how the hell I got here, and I'm not gonna be assed to fill out that paperwork junk in order to find out! Maybe those guys didn't get the memo, but having my world blown up, along with possibly most of the people who live there isn't going to put me in the mood to fill out questions about what I ate for breakfast today. Something blew my stinking planet to pieces, and I'm not gonna stand here scratching my ass until I find out what it is and where the hell the rest of my friends are!
I don't care if I hafta fight this entire ship of sci-fi convention rejects in order to--
[whoops that tirade is promptly being interrupted by a blue, pudgy face popping in front of the camera 8I]
PUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
--Dammit, Puu! Way to kill my dramatic speech there!
[and unsuccessfully trying to squash the little animal down off the screen, to the protest of many indignant 'PUUUUUUU DX's and flailing]
Of all the things that had to tag along...! Quit moving so much, wouldja?
[amidst all the moving and struggling, the guide drops, promptly cutting out the feed once it hits the floor. OOPS.]
((OOC- TAGS WILL BE KINDA SLOW thanks to work and getting used to the setting, but HAVE AT HIM
also aaaah gonna go to bed, so WILL BE BACK IN THE MORNING ;3;/))