Phone Post ∆ 004
*The video feed for this broadcast is a little strange. The user seems to be holding the phone/device at an angle; all the viewers can see are a bare, branded chest (with the numbers 57-86 smack on the upper right pec), white-blonde hair and a pair of dog tags. The voice isn't wholly unfamiliar to Somarium denizens, but it's definitely more upbeat, lighter, than what they're used to hearing.*
This is Raiden.
Snake, do you read me? I've been trying to patch into your frequency for the past hour. The Colonel isn't responding to my calls. I think I've been captured! I'm on the top of a large building, in some kind of ruined city. It doesn't look like Manhattan anymore.
I think they took my gear.
I might be able to climb down, but I can't do much naked, especially in this cold. I'm not sure my grip gauge is large enough to handle it. Snake, what the heck is going on?? I --
What a minute, 'public broadcast'? But I didn't-- what the he--
*the transmission abruptly cuts off here*
This is Raiden.
Snake, do you read me? I've been trying to patch into your frequency for the past hour. The Colonel isn't responding to my calls. I think I've been captured! I'm on the top of a large building, in some kind of ruined city. It doesn't look like Manhattan anymore.
I think they took my gear.
I might be able to climb down, but I can't do much naked, especially in this cold. I'm not sure my grip gauge is large enough to handle it. Snake, what the heck is going on?? I --
What a minute, 'public broadcast'? But I didn't-- what the he--
*the transmission abruptly cuts off here*