Game 001 - Video

[craaazyisland]

[Have a pale, slightly sick-looking teenage boy with bright red hair, staring with confusion at the camera. It looks like he's hiding not far from the baseball field, tucked into an alley. He seems to be fiddling with the device in his hands, mostly unfamiliar with the technology... though thankfully he seems to have a knack for it, so it only takes a few seconds for him to figure out what's going on.

He looks around, then sighs. Then he speaks into the camera uneasily.]

Okay... I give up.

[A pause.]

Uncle. You got me. Very funny...

[Almost as though he's waiting for something. Then he frowns, increasingly unpleasantly. There is a rumble in his throat, and he clears it loudly.]

Look, I'm not stupid. This isn't Antarctica. You brought me here, and I know you assholes have something else up your sleeves. Another level of your stupid-ass game.

I'm ready. So just cut the crap and tell me what it is, okay?

Zombies? Monsters? Giant goddamn plants? Your freaky mutant dad?

[That one especially makes him scowl, and now he's openly yelling.]

Come on, cowards! I'm gonna get you just like your brother, Ashford, you stupid bitch! You hear me?!

When I find you, if you hurt her, I'm gonna put you back to sleep! Only this time, you're not gonna wake up again, you goddamn freak!

[He breaks up coughing, a pathetic sound, covering his mouth with his arm as he staggers. Then he wobbles back to his feet and glares at the camera, motioning his hand in a gesture of challenge.]

You want me? Come get me! I'm ready for you this time!

[Aaaand click. What a pleasant young man!]

Comments

[blondejokes]

Calm down a little. Whoever you're talking to isn't even here, most likely.

[craaazyisland]

Oh yeah! Like I'm gonna believe that!

Who are you? One of their hired goons?

[blondejokes]

Do I look like a hired goon to you!? [ Hmph. ]

I'm Ino Yamanaka. You didn't stick around to hear from a Greeter, did you?

[craaazyisland]

What, the pamphlets? How do I know it's real and not just another Umbrella disaster?

[blondejokes]

I'm guessing that's from your world?

I can tell you right now that it's real. And there are even some things that the pamphlet doesn't mention, like annoying brats who think they can do magic whenever they want.

[inthejunk]

It's almost the opposite of Antartica. But yeah, there are some zombie monsters and stuff like that. I guess you could use a greeter, huh?

[craaazyisland]

What greeter? Like those people at the baseball field?

How am I supposed to believe any of that?

[inthejunk]

Some of it you're better off not believing, I guess. But it's not all lies.

[craaazyisland]

Fine, then. Prove it.

[video]

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

Not antarctic, I'm sorry.

[She flashes a small but sincere apologetic smile. Not full of shit like most greeters, at least.]

Do you need some help?

[craaazyisland]

Well, I figured that out. It's not like I wanted it to be Antarctica...

[He drifts off, then scowls and coughs again. Clearing his throat, he speaks a little hoarsely. Tired of yelling?]

Define "help."

[manicpixiedreamgirl]

Well, you seem like you're not feeling too well, but I can help you with anything you need a hand with.

[Concerned vampire is concerned.]

[craaazyisland]

[Steve's eyes go briefly wide, then narrow, and he clears his throat again.]

No. I'm fine. And how do I know you're not one of them?

[video]

[theshortestbird]

I don't know who Ashford is, but... this is Siren's Port. It's in Canada. [He pauses.]

You've got it right on the money, though. With the monsters, plants, and mutants. I prefer the term meta, but to each his own. And technically we just had zombie turkeys running around, but I don't think they're the type you mean.

[craaazyisland]

She's a goddamn crazy bitch, and I'm gonna kill her if she's here. [Well. That was matter-of-fact.]

Great. Out of one hellhole and right into another one...

[theshortestbird]

Murder is against the law. Just so you know. [Pretty mildly said,though.]

It's not too bad, if you don't count the monsters at night, the companies, and the fact that we all can't leave.

[craaazyisland]

Yeah? Tell that to Alexia Ashford. I'd be doing everybody a favor if I offed that psychopath-- before she kills everybody in her way.

You know, that sounds exactly like the place I just left.

[video]

[surgicalshot]

Sir? You sound sick, are you okay?

[craaazyisland]

I'm fine.

[He says. Not looking very fine.]

I'm just tired.

[surgicalshot]

That's okay, to be tired! [So cheerful.]

But the pull, the Core, whatever it is, it makes people sick, the first time they arrive. It's not really the best of uh... transportation, I guess you could say!

[craaazyisland]

[He coughs again, a low sound.]

So it's- that Core thing, making me feel sick?

[Steve really, really hopes it's that Core thing.]

[voice]

[aprettybutterfly]

What's in Antarctica?

[craaazyisland]

Another one of Umbrella's messed-up laboratories. Monsters and mutants and death and all that other fun shit.

[aprettybutterfly]

Makes sense. Veidt's set up there. Probably helping Umbrella make monsters and kill the world.

[craaazyisland]

Sounds about right.