01 [accidental video post]
[The video flickers on, accompanied by a rattling noise -- it sounds like the phone was just dropped on the table which it seems to be lying on. Despite the dark, extreme low angle of the shot, anyone watching should be able to make out a hooded and masked figure inspecting a water bottle and a bag of potato chips. In the dim lighting, it looks vaguely like some curious, overgrown crow, but it eventually makes a decidedly humanoid noise of irritation and drops the items on the table with a thump and a rustle of plastic.]
This must be trickery.
[The deep voice, echoing hollowly in what appears to be a wooden mask, marks the speaker male. He picks up the flashlight now and fiddles with it for a moment. It's obvious from the way he's looking at these things that he has no clue what the heck they're used for. The light flashes on suddenly, and the beam sweeps across the room in slow arcs, lighting up scorched walls and peeling wallpaper and giving glimpses of a dilapidated hotel room.]
Gnomish engineering, perhaps? Or maybe this is the fault of an entirely different party...The Bronze Dragonflight may have a hand in this.
[A skeletal hand comes into view, reaching for the camera. The view suddenly jumps and spins dizzyingly; the strange figure is apparently turning the cell phone and inspecting this now. After a few turns, anyone watching hears a sigh -- a rattling sound -- and then the view goes to black. It seems like he placed the phone face down on the table. When he speaks again, it sounds faint, further away.]
This is clearly not my time, perhaps not even Azeroth...
[Maybe if someone replies, the phone'll catch his interest again and he'll figure out how in the world to work it.]
This must be trickery.
[The deep voice, echoing hollowly in what appears to be a wooden mask, marks the speaker male. He picks up the flashlight now and fiddles with it for a moment. It's obvious from the way he's looking at these things that he has no clue what the heck they're used for. The light flashes on suddenly, and the beam sweeps across the room in slow arcs, lighting up scorched walls and peeling wallpaper and giving glimpses of a dilapidated hotel room.]
Gnomish engineering, perhaps? Or maybe this is the fault of an entirely different party...The Bronze Dragonflight may have a hand in this.
[A skeletal hand comes into view, reaching for the camera. The view suddenly jumps and spins dizzyingly; the strange figure is apparently turning the cell phone and inspecting this now. After a few turns, anyone watching hears a sigh -- a rattling sound -- and then the view goes to black. It seems like he placed the phone face down on the table. When he speaks again, it sounds faint, further away.]
This is clearly not my time, perhaps not even Azeroth...
[Maybe if someone replies, the phone'll catch his interest again and he'll figure out how in the world to work it.]