[Video] A message from the management (semi-accidental)
[The feed flickers on to the sound of gunfire, roughly a high caliber chain gun. The noise is deafening: the audio pickup for the camera, after all, is right by the gun. Shell casings fly across the field of view. He's in the practice ground of the Arena--the stripped down space is visible as the arm swings to land a slashing blow on something small, armored, and red. It crumples, with a shriek of collapsing metal.
...and possibly another sound, of human pain.]
I'll take your opinion...under advisement.
[Skywarp realizes the feed's on. Oh well. Might as well roll with it.]
Alas, the late and not-so-great 'Wreckergal' [Air quotes of Extreme Sarcasm] . Not so great with the con-crit, apparently. [He grins: that's about his level of humor.]
[He'll let the camera pan over to view what's...left of Verity's power armor. It's not pretty. He's actually pretty torqued off: he'd scouted Verity himself from the street-arenas. And this is how she repays him. Oh well. Nothing personal, Verity. Business. :3 ]
Anyone ELSE have input on how I should run my arena? [You know, while he's...in the mood.]
...and possibly another sound, of human pain.]
I'll take your opinion...under advisement.
[Skywarp realizes the feed's on. Oh well. Might as well roll with it.]
Alas, the late and not-so-great 'Wreckergal' [Air quotes of Extreme Sarcasm] . Not so great with the con-crit, apparently. [He grins: that's about his level of humor.]
[He'll let the camera pan over to view what's...left of Verity's power armor. It's not pretty. He's actually pretty torqued off: he'd scouted Verity himself from the street-arenas. And this is how she repays him. Oh well. Nothing personal, Verity. Business. :3 ]
Anyone ELSE have input on how I should run my arena? [You know, while he's...in the mood.]