Katsura ☂ Kotarou ❝this I want to believe implicitly; man was born for love and revolution❞
[►ALERT VIDEO post]
[if you are using the Guide's network, if you are watching a daytime softcore XXX program, if you are accessing someone's meinspace.com page, you are now watching this instead.]
[the setting should be familiar; it's the desk and green screen of the S.S Thor news station. a slight, even mildly effeminate man in a kimono is sitting at the desk, with a few papers in front of him]
[he doesn't smile to the camera.]
Good evening, S.S. Thor. Tonight's top story is that I have planted over thirty-five highly dangerous bombs within the Vogon Intergalactic Embassy.
[behind him, on the green screen, this image pops up helpfully;]
[he continues, in a calm tone]
Police should note that should an attack on this broadcasting studio occur, I have failsafes in place that will go into effect upon on my demise or incarceration. You cannot silence my voice until it has been heard.
It is far, far past time that a voice, indeed, speaks up.
My name is Katsura Kotarou. I am a refugee hailing originally from Edo, Japan, Earth, the Milky Way Galaxy.
I have tried, since my mysterious arrival on the S.S. Thor, to make contact with those in charge. I have asked only for answers we, as refugees, rightfully deserve; the true circumstances in which our planets were destroyed and the nature of Thor's interest in our recovery and labour.
None were forthcoming.
This led me to question the truth on the only documents we have been allowed to see concerning the decimation of our home planets. Where, I asked, was the evidence of this destruction? Who may I speak to about this horror? Who has the evidence that such a global genocide occurred? Am I perhaps working for the murderers of our lost friends and family?
Still, no answers were forthcoming.
Recently, a countryman of mine was returned to our home planet. He is not the only one; it has taken me very little time to ascertain that there are many who have returned, only to end up here once more. Another native to my land disappeared entirely -- another a major trend among the refugee population. Again, the validity of what we have been told to believe is tested. Again, I am left in doubt. Are those I have cared for dead and gone? Have we been mourning those who are still yet alive? It is ten o'clock, and there are vast amounts of people missing.
I have tried diplomacy, patience, and the system. Tonight, I am finished with that. Tonight, I will destroy what the Vogons, the chief administrative race of S.S. Thor, hold most dear to them, if I am ignored again.
My demands are as follows.
One. Concrete, public validation of any claims made regarding the destruction of our home planets.
Two. If there is no evidence to found, paid-for transportation home for every refugee.
Three. Explanations as to the nature of Thor's interest in refugee collecting.
Four. Explanations as to the nature of "returning" refugees, and disappearing refugees.
Five. A face to face meeting with the Captains of the S.S. Thor, broadcasted to those missing their sons, wives, and best friends. To those who have lost and been lied to, and, as I do, seek the truth.
[he bows his head]
Thank you. I await a response.
My apologies to those missing their drama reruns because of this special bulletin.
[END alert video post◄]
[if you are using the Guide's network, if you are watching a daytime softcore XXX program, if you are accessing someone's meinspace.com page, you are now watching this instead.]
[the setting should be familiar; it's the desk and green screen of the S.S Thor news station. a slight, even mildly effeminate man in a kimono is sitting at the desk, with a few papers in front of him]
[he doesn't smile to the camera.]
Good evening, S.S. Thor. Tonight's top story is that I have planted over thirty-five highly dangerous bombs within the Vogon Intergalactic Embassy.
[behind him, on the green screen, this image pops up helpfully;]
[he continues, in a calm tone]
Police should note that should an attack on this broadcasting studio occur, I have failsafes in place that will go into effect upon on my demise or incarceration. You cannot silence my voice until it has been heard.
It is far, far past time that a voice, indeed, speaks up.
My name is Katsura Kotarou. I am a refugee hailing originally from Edo, Japan, Earth, the Milky Way Galaxy.
I have tried, since my mysterious arrival on the S.S. Thor, to make contact with those in charge. I have asked only for answers we, as refugees, rightfully deserve; the true circumstances in which our planets were destroyed and the nature of Thor's interest in our recovery and labour.
None were forthcoming.
This led me to question the truth on the only documents we have been allowed to see concerning the decimation of our home planets. Where, I asked, was the evidence of this destruction? Who may I speak to about this horror? Who has the evidence that such a global genocide occurred? Am I perhaps working for the murderers of our lost friends and family?
Still, no answers were forthcoming.
Recently, a countryman of mine was returned to our home planet. He is not the only one; it has taken me very little time to ascertain that there are many who have returned, only to end up here once more. Another native to my land disappeared entirely -- another a major trend among the refugee population. Again, the validity of what we have been told to believe is tested. Again, I am left in doubt. Are those I have cared for dead and gone? Have we been mourning those who are still yet alive? It is ten o'clock, and there are vast amounts of people missing.
I have tried diplomacy, patience, and the system. Tonight, I am finished with that. Tonight, I will destroy what the Vogons, the chief administrative race of S.S. Thor, hold most dear to them, if I am ignored again.
My demands are as follows.
One. Concrete, public validation of any claims made regarding the destruction of our home planets.
Two. If there is no evidence to found, paid-for transportation home for every refugee.
Three. Explanations as to the nature of Thor's interest in refugee collecting.
Four. Explanations as to the nature of "returning" refugees, and disappearing refugees.
Five. A face to face meeting with the Captains of the S.S. Thor, broadcasted to those missing their sons, wives, and best friends. To those who have lost and been lied to, and, as I do, seek the truth.
[he bows his head]
Thank you. I await a response.
My apologies to those missing their drama reruns because of this special bulletin.
[END alert video post◄]