にじゅう}{Video | Japanese}{
Ah! Good evening Blacktech!
[He gives the blinking screen a cordial wave, however his fingertips are covered in blood.]
You caught me in the middle of prepping for tomorrow's little festivities. I know this isn't the most benign of places, but when I had a look at the date Chipp-kun reminded me that we should be having a cele--
[Taking a flint knife he's meticulously stripping meat from the bone of a rather large flank that was once a Mad Cow he and his companions went on a hunting party for. Little did he know he'd be using it for a party.]
Celebration of sorts. I know it looks gruesome now, but I'm scheming to make a very appetizing shabu-shabu we as friends can share with our honorable old comrade who gets a special reminders that:
October 24th is the birthdate of Renegade Johnny-san!
Please do well Blacktech Network to remind him numerous times over because I hear he's absently forgetful of it!
[There's bone-cracking and the inevitable pop of a socket as he pulls the strange bone-structure free of the muscle and places it aside on the counter, all the while completely jovial of his handy-work.]
In other gossipings, which I'm very adept in, I went to have my chip removed only to find that well... It wasn't where it originally was. That's a pretty underhanded trick of these orchestrators. I'd be more than available to let the poking around in me continue to find where-ever it had been misplaced at.
Yet I hear that's quite the danger, na?
Well, nothing I wouldn't mind facing so long as it uncovered a deception.
[He allows the screen to time out while he cleans up the butchered mess he made.]
[He gives the blinking screen a cordial wave, however his fingertips are covered in blood.]
You caught me in the middle of prepping for tomorrow's little festivities. I know this isn't the most benign of places, but when I had a look at the date Chipp-kun reminded me that we should be having a cele--
[Taking a flint knife he's meticulously stripping meat from the bone of a rather large flank that was once a Mad Cow he and his companions went on a hunting party for. Little did he know he'd be using it for a party.]
Celebration of sorts. I know it looks gruesome now, but I'm scheming to make a very appetizing shabu-shabu we as friends can share with our honorable old comrade who gets a special reminders that:
October 24th is the birthdate of Renegade Johnny-san!
Please do well Blacktech Network to remind him numerous times over because I hear he's absently forgetful of it!
[There's bone-cracking and the inevitable pop of a socket as he pulls the strange bone-structure free of the muscle and places it aside on the counter, all the while completely jovial of his handy-work.]
In other gossipings, which I'm very adept in, I went to have my chip removed only to find that well... It wasn't where it originally was. That's a pretty underhanded trick of these orchestrators. I'd be more than available to let the poking around in me continue to find where-ever it had been misplaced at.
Yet I hear that's quite the danger, na?
Well, nothing I wouldn't mind facing so long as it uncovered a deception.
[He allows the screen to time out while he cleans up the butchered mess he made.]