TWENTY FIFTH NIGHT [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[With a clatter the guide snaps on, camera askew, the ambient sound of hundreds of clickclickclicks surrounding it. It remains undisturbed for a few moments before getting violently knocked around once more, a stampede of exoskeletal legs rushing over it. The feed is blocked for the time being, the sound of angry grunts, the sound of metal sinking into living tissue heard briefly over the torrent of clacking limbs and mandibles.]
[After a few minutes, the feed is re-established. The picture is askew, but one can clearly see Shinjiro standing amidst an ever growing pile of enormous ant torsos, heads, and appendages. He appears to be waging a one man war of attrition against one of the rampaging homunculi and the many minions it continues to spawn. The Queen Ant homunculus thumps lazily in the background, watching as her minions work, spawning a new soldier or worker for each one Shinjiro cuts down. He's been at this for quite some time, the swings of his axe slowing, sweat mingling with blood as it drips from many cuts on his face. He bites back a sharp groan as a worker scurries over the torn bodies of its comrades and latches onto his leg. With a swift and clean swipe, Shinjiro's axe cuts through the head and kicks it away, but its enormous mandibles have left their mark; two gaping gashes on his right leg.]
[He pushes forward through the throng towards the queen and with a massive, crushing blow, blasts out one of its legs, then a second, and finally a third, before rolling under its stumbling form. When he tries to stand however, his injured leg causes him some trouble, and before long, the ants are upon him again. If one looks closely though, it can be seen that he's looking at the Guide, noticing the light signifying that it is currently recording and proceeds to call out.]
THIRD FLOOR, RECREATION! CLEAR OF BYSTANDERS!
[The Queen appears to be standing back up, its legs starting to regenerate.]
Dammit, why won't you just di--
[And the feed times out.]
[After a few minutes, the feed is re-established. The picture is askew, but one can clearly see Shinjiro standing amidst an ever growing pile of enormous ant torsos, heads, and appendages. He appears to be waging a one man war of attrition against one of the rampaging homunculi and the many minions it continues to spawn. The Queen Ant homunculus thumps lazily in the background, watching as her minions work, spawning a new soldier or worker for each one Shinjiro cuts down. He's been at this for quite some time, the swings of his axe slowing, sweat mingling with blood as it drips from many cuts on his face. He bites back a sharp groan as a worker scurries over the torn bodies of its comrades and latches onto his leg. With a swift and clean swipe, Shinjiro's axe cuts through the head and kicks it away, but its enormous mandibles have left their mark; two gaping gashes on his right leg.]
[He pushes forward through the throng towards the queen and with a massive, crushing blow, blasts out one of its legs, then a second, and finally a third, before rolling under its stumbling form. When he tries to stand however, his injured leg causes him some trouble, and before long, the ants are upon him again. If one looks closely though, it can be seen that he's looking at the Guide, noticing the light signifying that it is currently recording and proceeds to call out.]
THIRD FLOOR, RECREATION! CLEAR OF BYSTANDERS!
[The Queen appears to be standing back up, its legs starting to regenerate.]
Dammit, why won't you just di--
[And the feed times out.]