[Video | Public : Week 7, Day 4]
[Steve appears on the screen, a picture of disheveled. His cornfield blond hair unkempt, his uniform sprinkled with dusty dirt from waking in the street, and a gritty smear across his forehead where some laborer had prodded it. Behind him in a slew of trees, silent except for the rustle of leaves-- he's moved away from the hustle and bustle of the once empty village that sprung to life over night.
Needless to say, he's not happy. Eyebrows are stitched together and his mouth curled downwards in a deep, wrinkling frown.
When he speaks, his voice is edged with his bitterness.]
I've had just about enough of these “Gods” and their tricks.
They drag us from our home worlds, separate us from our loved ones, and play cruel tricks on us for nothing more then their own amusement.
And now they want us to pay tribute to them? For the basic right of shelter? I don't think so.
I refuse to bend to the will of some omniscient dictators!
This-- this is world is nothing short of a fascist state! Damn it, it's just plain un-American and I will not endorse it!
[Easing his now clenched jaw, he takes a deep breath. Clearly, he's worked himself up in to quite a tizzy over this. So much so that's he's cussing, dear heavens!
He rights his shoulders and tries to relax his face, but the lines of tension are still there as he continues]
Should anyone, for any reason, need to contact me, please do so over the Hitomi.
I've decided to explore the landscape, and get to know this world a little better-- maybe talk to some of the people who've suddenly appeared here, in an attempt to make sense of what's happening.
Rogers out.
[The feed clicks off]