1. [Voice; English]

[notassguardian]

Alright, so how long before the munchkins tell me that the yellow brick road takes me to Oz? Because Toto, I know we're not in Kansas anymore. I mean, I know New York isn't exactly the epitome of clean... or tidy after what happened, but seriously? I think you need to hire some new contractors. And maybe a couple of street cleaners.

Okay, okay.

Comments

[badass_nails]

Welcome to hell, or the next best thing.

[notassguardian]

Man, you're the second person to say that. Does "hell" have a name, or is just a not-so-firey inferno of crap all the time?

[badass_nails]

Welcome to the chip-run, monster infested, never predictable hellhole that's Discedo, kid.

[notassguardian]

Chip-run? I didn't know chips were capable of things like that.

Discedo, huh? I should have paid attention in Latin class. Maybe then I'd remember what that means.

[badass_nails]

There are these fancy little metal chips fixed into all of us.

Someone around here's gotta have the meaning.

[notassguardian]

What are we... computers? How can that even happen without us knowing? This is like something out of a bad horror movie.

Someone who paid more attention to their Latin, I guess. How many people are here? It seems so... dead around here.

[badass_nails]

Hell if I know.

'Couple hundred. We were all brought here by some lame ass scientists that think it's fun to drag us around when it's convenient for them.

[notassguardian]

That's what it sounds like to me. But man, this would be a cool video game. You know. If I wasn't stuck in it.

Man, this is crazy. And I thought Registration was bad... and Skrulls. This is way, way worse.

[badass_nails]

Pretty much.

Registration?

[notassguardian]

Yeah. Kind of a long story.