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genessia2016-07-06 04:50 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2016-07-06 04:50 pm
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[The video starts really out of focus. Honestly it's hard to tell what's going on. There seems to be a lot of flailing. And something... blue.]
-in the hell's goin' on this time? 'S bad 'nuff I gotta go through all this damn new world shit all over 'gain but this time the shitty Interface stops workin'? Spent years learnin' t' work the damn thing an' now it's broke? Y' shittin' me?
[There is a deep, aggravated moan and the blue thing flops on the ground- as denoted by a lot of jiggle cam and the sound of a thump. Speaking of things that are blue, that's a nice blue sky with some fluffy clouds, isn't it? After a heavy sigh, the owner of this new communicator moves it around to focus more clearly on his face- thick skinned with lots of pores around the nose and mouth, intense black eyes, and yes, if you squint and turn your head you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between this face and an actual shark's. With a tattoo.]
A'ight, who all's this thing jawin' at? Do I know any a y'all?
Can talk back t' me, right? Or's it more like the BBS where y' post shit an' then text all the time? Sheheheh! Don't think none a y' wants t' see me textin'.
[He gets louder, pointing a webbed finger at the camera.]
An' don't gimme none a this man 's got a voice t' text feature shit cuz I already been somewhere where that's a thing an' trust me, damn program's dumber'n a jellyfish with half its umbrella caught in a rudder. For them that don't know, jellyfish is probly the dumbest a dumb shits cuz they lit'rally ain't got no brains. Jus' some guts an' a buncha tentacles an' a hole t' shove whatever poor sap gets tangled up with 'em int'. For eatin', y' know?
Anyway.
[Another beleaguered sigh, and he rolls over onto his side, staring forlornly at the communicator.]
Probly gotta find 'nother shitty job 'gain too. Damn it. Someone please tell me there's an ocean out there somewhere, an' that it ain't gods rotted poison t' live in. Please. 'M beggin'. Seriously.
[He bows his head, so the camera gets a nice sideways view of the scenery behind him and some out of focus shots of his hair and dorsal fin.]
Pleeeeeease let there be an ocean.
[A deep breath, and he regains his composure somewhat.]
A'ight. Okay. 'M good. We're good. Talk t' me guys. Babes. Whoever. How's kicks?
[One last, friendly, toothy smile, and he cuts the feed.]
-in the hell's goin' on this time? 'S bad 'nuff I gotta go through all this damn new world shit all over 'gain but this time the shitty Interface stops workin'? Spent years learnin' t' work the damn thing an' now it's broke? Y' shittin' me?
[There is a deep, aggravated moan and the blue thing flops on the ground- as denoted by a lot of jiggle cam and the sound of a thump. Speaking of things that are blue, that's a nice blue sky with some fluffy clouds, isn't it? After a heavy sigh, the owner of this new communicator moves it around to focus more clearly on his face- thick skinned with lots of pores around the nose and mouth, intense black eyes, and yes, if you squint and turn your head you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between this face and an actual shark's. With a tattoo.]
A'ight, who all's this thing jawin' at? Do I know any a y'all?
Can talk back t' me, right? Or's it more like the BBS where y' post shit an' then text all the time? Sheheheh! Don't think none a y' wants t' see me textin'.
[He gets louder, pointing a webbed finger at the camera.]
An' don't gimme none a this man 's got a voice t' text feature shit cuz I already been somewhere where that's a thing an' trust me, damn program's dumber'n a jellyfish with half its umbrella caught in a rudder. For them that don't know, jellyfish is probly the dumbest a dumb shits cuz they lit'rally ain't got no brains. Jus' some guts an' a buncha tentacles an' a hole t' shove whatever poor sap gets tangled up with 'em int'. For eatin', y' know?
Anyway.
[Another beleaguered sigh, and he rolls over onto his side, staring forlornly at the communicator.]
Probly gotta find 'nother shitty job 'gain too. Damn it. Someone please tell me there's an ocean out there somewhere, an' that it ain't gods rotted poison t' live in. Please. 'M beggin'. Seriously.
[He bows his head, so the camera gets a nice sideways view of the scenery behind him and some out of focus shots of his hair and dorsal fin.]
Pleeeeeease let there be an ocean.
[A deep breath, and he regains his composure somewhat.]
A'ight. Okay. 'M good. We're good. Talk t' me guys. Babes. Whoever. How's kicks?
[One last, friendly, toothy smile, and he cuts the feed.]
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