[Semi-Unintentional Video]
[At first, there's just noise along with muffled cursing and clothes rustling. Finally, the camera focuses on a young man on a broken-down couch, shirt tossed over the back of the furniture and a cigarette dangling from his lips. A grimace as he ties off a bandage wrapped around his bicep, and then he glances up at the computer with a slight smirk.]
So this piece of crap works now, does it? Good thing; I'm not in the mood to head back out and grab another.
[The cigarette's taken out and he blows out a cloud of smoke; it's then that he notices a bleeding scratch on the hand. After turning it over and licking the wound, Ban puts the cigarette back between his lips and leans back against the couch, arms spread across the top.]
Least I've lived to see another day, and I have one less gang giving me shit. Sent a few of them to the hospital but if that's what it's gonna be...c'est la vie and all that jazz. Last I heard, Fudou was still laid up, too, and with one less arm. Tch. Teach them to mess with Ban Midou.
So tell me, O Computer...what are you up to?
[What if Ban never met Ginji, and never became a GetBacker? 8O]
So this piece of crap works now, does it? Good thing; I'm not in the mood to head back out and grab another.
[The cigarette's taken out and he blows out a cloud of smoke; it's then that he notices a bleeding scratch on the hand. After turning it over and licking the wound, Ban puts the cigarette back between his lips and leans back against the couch, arms spread across the top.]
Least I've lived to see another day, and I have one less gang giving me shit. Sent a few of them to the hospital but if that's what it's gonna be...c'est la vie and all that jazz. Last I heard, Fudou was still laid up, too, and with one less arm. Tch. Teach them to mess with Ban Midou.
So tell me, O Computer...what are you up to?
[What if Ban never met Ginji, and never became a GetBacker? 8O]