Nov 05, 2008 00:43
[the sound of laughter in the distance, the sound that's become so familiar to everyone. He's out of breath, as if he's been running, but trying very hard to keep his voice level, and doing an uncharacteristically good job of trying to sound as if there’s nothing wrong]
I have been confining my efforts to aiding the injured and investigating the crash site. However, it seems impossible to avoid these creatures-these "Heaven Smiles"-I cannot imagine who would think it appropriate to give them such a name.
There has been far too much death, and it must be stopped. How many deaths, precisely? Nineteen?
I must ask this quickly. I pose this question to any and all of you- Oh, dear.
[the sound of laughter grows slightly louder, followed by the sound of running for a few more seconds]
--Is anyone in possession of a pistol, or the knowledge of where one might be procured? Or, if all the weaponry here is more advanced, then something not too dissimilar from one.... I believe there is an armory somewhere here, is there not?
They must not be allowed to continue killing. They.... They-they simply will not stop coming--
[...the sounds of laughter and rapid footfalls continue.]
event,
oh noes heaven smiles