Video.
[ There is an inhuman eye taking up the whole screen of the forge. The pupil is solid black, the eyeball is an eerie yellow, and the surrounding skin is pale grey, smeared haphazardly in places with white greasepaint. ]
Woah...
[ And the owner of the eye pulls back, revealing an odd-looking young man - or troll, as is actually the case - humanoid but alien, messy dark hair, high orange goats' horns, pale clown makeup smeared over his grey face and three jagged cuts sliced from his left brow, across his eyes, and down to his right cheek. The crusted blood, long-dried, is purple. His eyes are heavy-lidded, complacent, a hint of a smirk playing around his fang-filled mouth. ]
There is some wicked shit all up in this motherfucking place, bro. I thought I'd seen all the things there all are for me to see and then some, but now I've up and realized I haven't ever seen any motherfucking thing. Look at this shit, man. Just look at it.
[ Seemingly savvy as to how the Forge works, he pans the camera around the room: it's one of the standard Outislander Community Block apartments. There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about it. When Gamzee turns the camera back onto the oddest thing in the room, himself, his eyes are glassy with wonder. ]
No wonder, no fucking wonder the mirthful messiahs talked all that shit about getting all up in the paradoxspace of the paradise planet. Do you think that's where we are now, motherfucking best friend? Did some supreme honking miracle just up and take us all right off to the new motherfucking universe with all the sweet human loot we could desire?
Yeah, I feel in my horns, there's only one explanation: it's a motherfucking miracle.
Honk.
[ Yeah, that isn't a horn, he actually just ... says the word honk. Like a bad goose impression. ]
Woah...
[ And the owner of the eye pulls back, revealing an odd-looking young man - or troll, as is actually the case - humanoid but alien, messy dark hair, high orange goats' horns, pale clown makeup smeared over his grey face and three jagged cuts sliced from his left brow, across his eyes, and down to his right cheek. The crusted blood, long-dried, is purple. His eyes are heavy-lidded, complacent, a hint of a smirk playing around his fang-filled mouth. ]
There is some wicked shit all up in this motherfucking place, bro. I thought I'd seen all the things there all are for me to see and then some, but now I've up and realized I haven't ever seen any motherfucking thing. Look at this shit, man. Just look at it.
[ Seemingly savvy as to how the Forge works, he pans the camera around the room: it's one of the standard Outislander Community Block apartments. There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about it. When Gamzee turns the camera back onto the oddest thing in the room, himself, his eyes are glassy with wonder. ]
No wonder, no fucking wonder the mirthful messiahs talked all that shit about getting all up in the paradoxspace of the paradise planet. Do you think that's where we are now, motherfucking best friend? Did some supreme honking miracle just up and take us all right off to the new motherfucking universe with all the sweet human loot we could desire?
Yeah, I feel in my horns, there's only one explanation: it's a motherfucking miracle.
Honk.
[ Yeah, that isn't a horn, he actually just ... says the word honk. Like a bad goose impression. ]