1st Con [Audio]
[The feed started with guitar going through the first few bars. After the briefest of pauses, a voice comes through with a man singing a country ballad with the kind of emotion that ties it together. Until towards the end...]
When you find your way to another town, and someone tries to lay you down and a feeling hits you right out of the blue...
[... The guitar stops, and the voice that was singing turns to something harsher, definitely upset and though hidden away, with confusion in the mix.]
Hardison. Hardison Damn it, what did you do this time. Hey, answer already.
[With a bit of a growl and angry mutterings, thing go quiet for about half a minute before the microphone picks up the sounds of the device being picked up. Turned around, tapped right onto the mic for everyone's unfortunate ears.]
How's this thing supposed to work... it on?
[From muttered and softer (yet still upset,) the following is definitely louder.]
Anyone there to report back to me?
When you find your way to another town, and someone tries to lay you down and a feeling hits you right out of the blue...
[... The guitar stops, and the voice that was singing turns to something harsher, definitely upset and though hidden away, with confusion in the mix.]
Hardison. Hardison Damn it, what did you do this time. Hey, answer already.
[With a bit of a growl and angry mutterings, thing go quiet for about half a minute before the microphone picks up the sounds of the device being picked up. Turned around, tapped right onto the mic for everyone's unfortunate ears.]
How's this thing supposed to work... it on?
[From muttered and softer (yet still upset,) the following is definitely louder.]
Anyone there to report back to me?