[Getting sick on animals posting to the network yet? Too bad. There is a cat with a cigarette in its mouth staring longingly at the camera.]

I can not seem to use my lighter anymore. If it isn't too much trouble... could somebody help me?

[Jack's mouth is open when the feed starts up, but he closes it and considers the device uncertainly. He knows what he wants to say, but isn't sure how to best phrase it ( Read more... )

[Pale, shaking, pinched expression. Someone is in pain. Jack wheezes, a strangely wet sound, before coughing up a mouthful of blood.]

If someone is around... Residential Zone 04 and wouldn't mind... shooting me. I'd appreciate it. Preferably in the head but- [he flashes a quick, bloody smile.] I'm not... picky. This-- really hurts.

[Jack is staring straight ahead when the camera starts rolling. He is, as per the usual, treating the video feed as audio-only. Some day he will learn the proper way to use it.]

York? Sarah? If you're not... terribly busy, could I have a word? [His voice is soft and his tone neutral, but there's a subtle crease to his brow that betrays a hint of

Hey Atlas, I found the... thing. [Jack is whispering, obviously not to keen on being overheard. He peeps behind a dumpster to reveal Cindy breaking down the door to an amusement park gift shop a short distance away. One would think that after fighting the Big Sister off twice he'd be more keen on avoiding it.] It has the Insect Swarm and Incinerate ( Read more... )

[The feed opens up to a strangely framed shot of a man's forearms. His sleeves are rolled up slightly, revealing the tattoos on each wrist. In one hand, he holds a pipe wrench. He is apparently on fire.]

Atlas? This- I don't know what it is but it's [He grunts as the aforementioned it jumps right in front of him and attempts to stab him in the ( Read more... )