[voice / english]
[The voice coming out of your speakers is low and seething with rage, with a faintly nasal tint to certain of the vowel sounds. Whoever it may be, their English is somewhat broken, and is being spoken at a slow, steady pace--as though the being behind the words naturally expects you to stay put and listen to what he has to say. And really, in this case? It might be a good idea to do just that.]
Humans. Always am play with nature, make new weapons. Not can behave.
Got to live only what time is given, for life. About metal self--humans name Kiryu--this, Mothra say. This, I learn too.
Am dead, before. But now-times, you bring back me.
[Thick, disapproving rumble, and a sharp crackling in the background that may be familiar to certain people.]
Is only one mistake City am allowed make.
Humans. Always am play with nature, make new weapons. Not can behave.
Got to live only what time is given, for life. About metal self--humans name Kiryu--this, Mothra say. This, I learn too.
Am dead, before. But now-times, you bring back me.
[Thick, disapproving rumble, and a sharp crackling in the background that may be familiar to certain people.]
Is only one mistake City am allowed make.