First dance
[Hello, everyone! For once, you are being treated to a video by a new person that isn't a messy blur of static. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean necessarily mean it's actually comprehensible.
A teenage girl with long dark hair is holding the Gear. Just her head and shoulders are in view, but you can see she's wearing a black sweater of some kind. Her eyes keep darting everywhere and she looks extremely lost.]
Where am I? Fell asleep, woke up somewhere else. Lost, shipwrecked, adrift... I don't like it. Did I forget? Don't want to forget. Don't want to do things and not know about it.
There's a letter saying I'm part of some new crew now. What's it mean? Did they take me? [She sounds less confused now, and more angry.] Huh choo-shung huh tza-jiao duh tzang-huo! [There's no indication as to what that means, unless you speak Chinese, but her tone suggests it's a serious insult.]
[She sighs, and calms down a bit. Then she looks straight at the camera.] I want to go home.
[Whispering, almost just to herself.] People are all quiet, but I still hear talking. Ain't people voices... there are words, though. [On that extremely auspicious note, the feed switches off with a quiet click.]
A teenage girl with long dark hair is holding the Gear. Just her head and shoulders are in view, but you can see she's wearing a black sweater of some kind. Her eyes keep darting everywhere and she looks extremely lost.]
Where am I? Fell asleep, woke up somewhere else. Lost, shipwrecked, adrift... I don't like it. Did I forget? Don't want to forget. Don't want to do things and not know about it.
There's a letter saying I'm part of some new crew now. What's it mean? Did they take me? [She sounds less confused now, and more angry.] Huh choo-shung huh tza-jiao duh tzang-huo! [There's no indication as to what that means, unless you speak Chinese, but her tone suggests it's a serious insult.]
[She sighs, and calms down a bit. Then she looks straight at the camera.] I want to go home.
[Whispering, almost just to herself.] People are all quiet, but I still hear talking. Ain't people voices... there are words, though. [On that extremely auspicious note, the feed switches off with a quiet click.]