The Third Chord
It feels as though London Bridge fell on you all and the sun tickled your throat. Ashes, nothing but XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
[Voice Post]
Better.
The earth dances and roars, and this is not constructive to our efforts. Nor is that dreadful ash, but I suppose it cannot be helped at the moment; you've all gone and breathed in the sun, now it will make a terrific game trying to escape your body. Cough cough cough. Ahaha.
*static as voice grows a bit more soft and lucid*
But if any of you need help getting the sun out, or if you are hurt, tell me. I can help; 's what I was trained to do. I can relieve pai-
*static and warping, followed by a complete cutoff of the transmission*
[End Transmission]
[Voice Post]
Better.
The earth dances and roars, and this is not constructive to our efforts. Nor is that dreadful ash, but I suppose it cannot be helped at the moment; you've all gone and breathed in the sun, now it will make a terrific game trying to escape your body. Cough cough cough. Ahaha.
*static as voice grows a bit more soft and lucid*
But if any of you need help getting the sun out, or if you are hurt, tell me. I can help; 's what I was trained to do. I can relieve pai-
*static and warping, followed by a complete cutoff of the transmission*
[End Transmission]