oo3 | voice;

[bythreadalone]

It's crazy how fast things change, isn't it? [ He lets out a tiny sigh. ] One second I'm working at one of the most advanced brain-trusts in the country, literally rubbing elbows with some of the smartest people on the planet, and then I'm...here. Siren's Port. Home of eardrum shattering air-raid sirens and b-grade horror movie monsters that look like someone shoved ugly and butt-ugly in a room and told them to make nice.

[ He audibly shudders. ]

No joke, last night I almost got my arm torn off by something that had forked tongues for feet and -- uh. Let's go with strangely, totally not-phallic-shaped-at-all-don't-even-ask-me things for arms. I would've snapped a picture of it too, but, yeah -- too busy running away for my life and it's hard to get a good angle on something that, uh. Well. Let's just say that it had angles in places that not even soft lightning and Photoshop could fix.

Yeah.

[ Another sigh. ]

Things get better, though, right? I mean, this place can't be all bad. I've met some nice people, I'm not getting too screwed over when I tell people I'll literally work for nothing, and. Well. No one on the network has proven to be a cannibal thus far, so. . .

[ A beat. ]

. . .None of you guys are cannibals, right? I have a feeling I'm going to regret asking that.