[Accidental Video --> Text] Back-dated to 5-ish this afternoon

[crowsicle]

[The feed clicks on to an aerial view of Siren's Port, just above the rooftops. The camera lingers only briefly on any sight before panning abruptly to something else without giving the viewer time to focus. It dips suddenly and a rooftop rushes up towards the screen, but there's a great flapping noise and the view slows to a stop about five feet above the roof.

Something orange can be seen near the bottom of the screen, but then the view lifts again to scan the dull, cloudy sky. The view is blocked again suddenly by the same orange streaked with liquid yellow--a hand? The view is jostled, and someone lets out a terse, shaky breath.

Whoever it is then seems to notice that the video is recording.] What the fuck.

[The video feed ends. This text hits the network shortly afterwards:]

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar

Comments

[plushrumpus]

Yeah, well people kinda pop in and out of here at random. It's not like you got your Hogwarts letter late and missed the train in, all the while we've been having our gay magical schoolboy adventures without you.

[Yeah, hang tight buddy, they've got a ways to go, still. Because fuck elevators, those are for pussies.]

For a city full of people with super powers, this place is actually kinda bullshit.

[crowsicle]

[Stairs. B| ]

You got superheroes on top of monsters and time travel and shit? Whose schizophrenic crossover fanfiction is this, and how high do they even have to be.

[It's an attempt, anyway. This situation is surreal, even for him, and referencing his own shitty comic's one way to keep from cracking.]

[plushrumpus]

Hell if any of us know. But hey, guess that's Canada for you.

[crowsicle]

Here I thought all they had was hockey and moose shit.

[plushrumpus]

Well, surprise, it turned out there's a top-secret city full of people from a bunch of different dimensions with superpowers. And it's still pretty bullshit.

[Pretend there's a ding! coming from somewhere to signify their arrival to their floor, because it's not much longer before Bro's fishing out a key from his pocket and unlocking one of the doors.

413. Figures.]

But hey, it's better than nothing.

[crowsicle]

[Better than being dead.]

Yeah.

[He kind of peers around Bro's shoulder, not sure what to expect from this place. Or the people in it. He's still not sure how he feels about that GC chick (she's a pretty good troll, he'll give her that), and Dave...he shouldn't have left Dave.]