♋ carcinoGeneticist [CG] opened log channel [001]
[The video feed pops on, showing a FURIOUS LITTLE TROLL glaring down at the camera. His teeth are extremely sharp and, as his mouth is pulled into a snarl, look quite dangerous. The effect is SOMEWHAT RUINED by the CROWN OF ROWAN that is hooked over ONE OF HIS NUBBY LITTLE HORNS.]
When I fucking find out which one of them is responsible for this shit I'm going to fucking break them into the littlest fucking pieces and throw them all across the cosmos. And when whatever ungodly orifice coalesces under the starlight and sprays out new life like a barf sprinkler, they'll know gratitude. They'll look up and go, oh, thank you, Karkat, for being so awesome and making us stars! And they won't even give a fuck that the stars are made from concentrated ass dust.
[His voice is nearly raised to a shout. He appears to be RATHER UPSET and QUITE ANGRY. This is his USUAL DEMEANOUR, but the residents of Demeleier are not to know that. He turns the communicator over, pointing it at the ground and thus his shoes.]
What the fuck even is this piece of shit?
[He begins MASHING THE KEYS. The scream FLICKERS, pops off, and switches to AUDIO.]
Looks like somethi -
[Now the audio feed clips off, to show the mashed text:]
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[Then it clips off.
Five or so minutes later, it pops back on, still TEXT:]
WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?
When I fucking find out which one of them is responsible for this shit I'm going to fucking break them into the littlest fucking pieces and throw them all across the cosmos. And when whatever ungodly orifice coalesces under the starlight and sprays out new life like a barf sprinkler, they'll know gratitude. They'll look up and go, oh, thank you, Karkat, for being so awesome and making us stars! And they won't even give a fuck that the stars are made from concentrated ass dust.
[His voice is nearly raised to a shout. He appears to be RATHER UPSET and QUITE ANGRY. This is his USUAL DEMEANOUR, but the residents of Demeleier are not to know that. He turns the communicator over, pointing it at the ground and thus his shoes.]
What the fuck even is this piece of shit?
[He begins MASHING THE KEYS. The scream FLICKERS, pops off, and switches to AUDIO.]
Looks like somethi -
[Now the audio feed clips off, to show the mashed text:]
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[Then it clips off.
Five or so minutes later, it pops back on, still TEXT:]
WHO THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?