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[Now, he meant to have audio on, but his video snapped on as well, unbeknownst to him. This means, of course, that he's partially out of frame, leaning back into the somewhat dark room. His shirt is visible, but his arms and head are somewhat hard to see. Behind him, his bed can be seen, and a mirror on the wall is glowing from the screens he's constantly watching.]
Now, it's been a while since I've been puttin' my voice out on the network, but I've certainly missed it. From what I hear almost everythin's back t'normal after the event, and that's always a good sign.
[He lights a cigarette, and for a moment the lighter shows everything, but it goes out again and the red tip of the smoke is seen. He sticks it into the holder, throws the lighter on the desk, lets out the smoke thoughtfully.]
I've been workin' on the new plasmids, and so far I've gotten one finished and another half-finished. Seems gatherin' enough ADAM takes longer than I remember, when y'don't do it from corpses. [A pause.] Hopefully I can get'em done soon. I'm achin' t'actually start makin' some progress.
[Behind him, the mirror's surface is flickering, as if someone is touching it. He doesn't notice.]
A nice big thanks t'Benny Stango for one'a the most enjoyable nights I've had in a while. We should do it again sometime. [His smile is noticeable in the dark, and he touches his breast pocket, where a pen can be seen.]
I know y'all're out there. How is everyone? Anythin' goin' on?
[The mirror has something written on it, now. Blood slides down the surface, forming large, sloppy words. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
The barest half-print of a hand appears at the bottom of the mirror.
He's blissfully unaware, for now.]
[[Edit:
Something new has been written on the mirror.]]
Now, it's been a while since I've been puttin' my voice out on the network, but I've certainly missed it. From what I hear almost everythin's back t'normal after the event, and that's always a good sign.
[He lights a cigarette, and for a moment the lighter shows everything, but it goes out again and the red tip of the smoke is seen. He sticks it into the holder, throws the lighter on the desk, lets out the smoke thoughtfully.]
I've been workin' on the new plasmids, and so far I've gotten one finished and another half-finished. Seems gatherin' enough ADAM takes longer than I remember, when y'don't do it from corpses. [A pause.] Hopefully I can get'em done soon. I'm achin' t'actually start makin' some progress.
[Behind him, the mirror's surface is flickering, as if someone is touching it. He doesn't notice.]
A nice big thanks t'Benny Stango for one'a the most enjoyable nights I've had in a while. We should do it again sometime. [His smile is noticeable in the dark, and he touches his breast pocket, where a pen can be seen.]
I know y'all're out there. How is everyone? Anythin' goin' on?
[The mirror has something written on it, now. Blood slides down the surface, forming large, sloppy words. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
The barest half-print of a hand appears at the bottom of the mirror.
He's blissfully unaware, for now.]
[[Edit:
Something new has been written on the mirror.]]