[ Voice - 013 ]

[knows_it_all]

[-static-]

[Labored breathing punches through. There is no visual to accompany the sounds, but the voice itself should be familiar enough to most residents.]

I...I'm in the...the ruins?

[Hello? It's Kunsel. Hello, hello? Can you hear me? Is this thing on? I don't want to be alone...]

A-any medics got a minute? I think I [-static-] please.

[He coughs hoarsely and draws his back up against something hard. A soft fwump is produced.]

Head's throbbing. But I...remember.

I...

[Silence. A long and pointed silence.]

[Which is then shattered by abrupt and awkward laughter. Which also cuts off abruptly, and is accompanied by a monosyllabic series of pained complaints.]

-ow, ow, ow, ow!

G-guess I shouldn't do [-static-] or I'll [-static-] again.

[It's cold out here. I never realized how the Mist creeps around you before. Stalking. Waiting. Like...]

Uh, so I'll leave my Forge on. For tr-tracking purposes.

[A moment of hesitation.]

And if someone could please bring me my helmet? Before I pass out. Again...

[The feed cuts out.]