One-Hundred-Seventh Matrix {Video || Backdated to early evening}
[Say hello to Minamimoto. He's sweaty, grimy, and generally in great need of a shower, buuuut he has an alarmingly satisfactory grin spread across his face. He turns the communicator around to reveal one of his works of art, most would see it as a huge heap of garbage, but to him, it's the epitome of true beauty. It's bigger than anything he's constructed recently, but that's not the only thing different about it. This one is covered in graffiti, from the typical "ode to myself because I'm so much better than you" poetry--if you can call it that--to equations to symbols from the taboo refinery sigils (such as the lion skull). It's vibrant, and considering he's more into sculpting than graffiti, pretty awesome.]
[He turns the camera back to himself.] And that, Discedo, is what is defined as beauty.
[He turns the camera back to himself.] And that, Discedo, is what is defined as beauty.