[voice; pretend this was posted this morning]

[gritode_guerra]

[The recording is quiet; the sound of birds, insects, and wind whistling through the trees the only sounds drifting through the speakers.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, HORRENDOUSLY LOUD SOUNDS OF FIGHTING.  BOMBS, STUFF FALLING, BULLETS EVERYWHERE.

Carmine roars over the noise:]

WAKEY, WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKE-Y, DEAR COMMUNITY.