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[Though the videostream is live, there is only black... after a few moments of muffled cursing and threats against various inanimate objects, the view is changed to first the sky above, then a building of some sort, before finally coming to rest on the flushed face of a blonde-haired young man.]
I don't get this thing. Why did it turn on? This reeks of Japan or America's doing, a pointlessly inane gadget with no instruction manual...
[For a moment, he looks worried.] ...Rather, I wish I could blame one of them. That would at least make some sense... [Angrily realizes he's broadcasting a moment of weakness to an unknown audiance.] If you're listening, whoever dragged me here, I'd start watching my back. I don't like being screwed with or forced into things. As far as I'm concerned at least one bullet has your name on it.
[The final image is of the irate man's profile, glaring out over the city into which he has found himself. With a click, the screen goes black.]
I don't get this thing. Why did it turn on? This reeks of Japan or America's doing, a pointlessly inane gadget with no instruction manual...
[For a moment, he looks worried.] ...Rather, I wish I could blame one of them. That would at least make some sense... [Angrily realizes he's broadcasting a moment of weakness to an unknown audiance.] If you're listening, whoever dragged me here, I'd start watching my back. I don't like being screwed with or forced into things. As far as I'm concerned at least one bullet has your name on it.
[The final image is of the irate man's profile, glaring out over the city into which he has found himself. With a click, the screen goes black.]