∇ Gideon Graves | 003 | [Video]
[The feed comes on, focused on the surface of a table. A very familiar-looking bug is crawling sluggishly across the feed-- though it's slick and coated with red blood, a black carapace with a purple spot on the abdomen can still be made out. Some of its legs have been lopped off, attributing to its sluggish crawl--and then a knife slams right through its middle.
Gideon snorts and tilts the faciliberry up. He's shirtless and there are patches of gauze mottling his chest and arms. There's a fresh cut on his arm, which he goes about winding gauze over as he leans back in the chair and addresses the feed.]
I swear to God, whoever thought this would make a great experiment is fucked in the head. If you thought I was going to put up with this shit for one second...
...Hrm. Hold that thought. Persistent little bastards.
[He flinches briefly as another small lump begins moving up his left arm. He pulls the knife out of the table and flips it into his hand, then rests the blade along his forearm.
The feed times out.]
Gideon snorts and tilts the faciliberry up. He's shirtless and there are patches of gauze mottling his chest and arms. There's a fresh cut on his arm, which he goes about winding gauze over as he leans back in the chair and addresses the feed.]
I swear to God, whoever thought this would make a great experiment is fucked in the head. If you thought I was going to put up with this shit for one second...
...Hrm. Hold that thought. Persistent little bastards.
[He flinches briefly as another small lump begins moving up his left arm. He pulls the knife out of the table and flips it into his hand, then rests the blade along his forearm.
The feed times out.]