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themainframe2013-09-20 12:20 pm
wheeljackofalltrades) wrote in themainframe2013-09-20 12:20 pm
008 // [Video]
[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.
For the most part.
The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]
So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.
[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]
Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.
[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]
Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.
[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]
Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]
Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.
[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]
You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.
I heard that!
Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.
[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]
By the way, we're movin' out.
[And just like that, her head perks up.]
We are??
For the most part.
The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]
So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.
[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]
Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.
[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]
Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.
[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]
Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]
Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.
[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]
You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.
I heard that!
Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.
[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]
By the way, we're movin' out.
[And just like that, her head perks up.]
We are??
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