[A figure walks through the Western Gate, and lo and behold it is one Cassie Hack. She places her hands on her hips and sighs.]

Well, fuck it all. I hate dying. I really hate it. It just ruins my whole day. Wait, what day is it even?

[She checks her cell phone and swears, chucking it as far as she can throw it. It cracks on the pavement into a ( Read more... )

[The night sky over the Eastern district casts shapes and shadows, at first it would likely be hard to tell just what the camera is pointed at. But if one looks hard enough, the church is in view, and it seems it has been decorated with new religious imagery. A large wooden cross has been erected in front of the church. It all looks good and well, ( Read more... )

[Cassie is in one of the empty buildings of the Western District, which one really doesn't matter. She's decorating a small christmas tree, sort of smiling. A piano starts to play from nowhere a familiar tune, and Cassie stares up and around as if expecting to find it. Her smile quickly turns to a scowl as she stands up and starts to yell at no one ( Read more... )

[Somewhere in the Northern District, a bundled-up shape can be seen turning in circles, nailed bat in hand. Cassie is looking for something. Out of the snow pops up a mean-looking Snow Lion, it takes one look at Cassie and spits out a breath of ice. Cassie rolls to the side, dodging it, then leaps to her feet and bolts for the creature. But the ( Read more... )

Hey, how are you feeling Marrow? I've been planning, and I think I have something that will cheer you up.

So people of Nautilus, can you guys do something interesting? J.J. needs me to snap some photos, but nothing that great happens. Well, Nautilus-great. Like, some crazy shit. Come on, I'm really bored.

[For whatever reason this needed to be filmed, Cassie is clipping her toenails. The room she's in is dark, dusty, and looks like no one has ever lived in it before. A bag with a few essentials strewn about sits beside her, and she hums a bit while attending to her phalangical hygiene. She finishes and moves onto her right foot, pulling off the sock ( Read more... )

So...I guess I'll just out and say, wow I was a massive bitch. Even by my usual standards. I don't know if it was Isis, or me, but I said things that were retarded about life and people dying. I guess I've just seen so much of it, I've become numb. But that was outrageously stupid.

So, what I mean to say is-

Oh, fuck, why is this difficultI'm ( Read more... )

You know, maybe if you guys stopped being such dumbfucks you'd realize that you're only making yourself suffer. So some are dead? So some are glass? They were getting in the way. I won't be shy to admit it. They were fucking retarded ( Read more... )

[The feed flicks on, Cassie is sitting on a medbay bed. She's sort of droopy, woozy, and swaying a bit. She's apperantly very high on some sort of painkillers.]

Oh. My. God. Oh my God, oh my God! Toast! I fucking love toast! Yesssss ( Read more... )

[The streets of the Western District are empty, save for the ominous fog that seems to creep. Suddenly, a young woman appears, writhing in pain on the ground. Her eyes are clenched shut as she holds her shoulder, a wound pouring out blood. There's also what looks like a knife wound on her back right thigh ( Read more... )