[have radio static. then agitated tapping]

'Seen a lot 'a things in my day, cities built under the sea, read god damned monsters but this- right outside these walls are nothing. Nothing at all. Just a damned- damned void. I keep thinkin', what would good ol' Ryan do? The naive bastard, probably always wanted ta reach the stars.

[he stops as if ( Read more... )

[the audio starts with a distant, low voice, rasping almost too muffled to hear] Damn-

[After some more shuffling about the voice feature turns on again, a much different voice coming through: friendly, confused and with a irish lilt]Now I shouldn’t be one ta look a gift horse in the mouth- a mighty fine one if I do say so meself but- hm, I’ve ( Read more... )