[VOICE POST]

[overtimed]

[there is silence. the communicator is clearly on, but there's a din of mild static. more silence.]

[THEN, SUDDENLY]

YES.

In the span of forty-two minutes and sixteen seconds I constructed a rudimentary atmospheric satellite in an attempt to graph my coordinates and figure out the exact location of where I stand on the Earth at this very moment

Comments

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

I think one of those fragments already hit someone...

[voice]

[overtimed]

-- AND THEN, ONCE THE SMOKE CLEARS, ALL THAT SHALL BE LEFT IS A BARREN LANDSCAPE OF FALLEN NITROGEN PILES, COMBINING WITH THE CARBON IN THE AIR, CAUSING A FATAL INHALANT THAT WILL PREVENT ANY REANIMATION OF LIFE AS WE KNOW IT --

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

What a tragedy. What of the nitrogen already in the air?

[voice]

[overtimed]

It isn't combined with the levels of carbon dioxide residing in our and other organisms' bodies! DOOM IS OVERHEAD.

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

And you need a toster to prevent said doom.

[voice]

[overtimed]

Preferably.

Re: [voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

You don't think you should alert the military or nation space program?

[voice]

[overtimed]

Not at all! Do you not know who I am?!

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

I'm fairly certain no one does.

[voice]

[overtimed]

... HA! HAHA. HA.

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

Did you just arrive?

[voice]

[overtimed]

In this specific area? Yes!

[voice]

[spiritofkulelna]

Heh. Best make yourself comfortable, then. No one knows who you are, and likely, no one you know from home is here either. And we usually have worse things occur than a meteor shower.