I don't like it when the snow settles in my arm and leg. It makes it harder to move!

-quiet creak of metal being moved back and forth and a sigh-

-Static at first, a soft groan and then a quiet, unhappy voice speaks as he realizes just where he is-

...This place again? ...Huh. Does this thing still work...?

-There's the sound of metal tapping and adjusting the microphone gingerly before the voice sighs, speaking again-

I guess my sin is being alive? That isn't very fair.

-A soft, bitter ( Read more... )