electrorodturk

This is awesome. Could it get any better than this? The sun, the sand, damn this is great,

The spirit things did this, right? I approve.

Well, since the president and the director aint here, I guess I can go ahead and check it out.

Wait....there isn't anythin' weird in the water, is there?

[The video feed turns on, showing the devastating storm outside. Wood, bits of shrapnel, small animals, glass and the like are whipping about in the immensely powerful winds, the rain coming down in torrents. Suddenly, the screen flashes white from a burst of lightning.]


DAMN! I feel sorry for any of you guys caught outside in that.

This is only a temporary thing, right?

[The thunder clap finally strikes, the feed jerking back as Reno flinches.]

Alright, I'm gonna go downstairs before the window explodes on me. If anyone needs me, just leave a message.

[With that, he ends the feed.]

So what's all this I'm hearin' about a 'Man Party'? Sounds like it'd be some good fun, but hey, as long as there's free booze and food, I'm game.

At least those mechanical freaks aint still running loose, right? They were kinda tough. BUT, I managed to stay uninjured, so I guess it's all good.

I think that's about it for now. Wait, anyone have the name of whoever keeps making those explosions? I need to talk to him.

Hoo boy. Anyone know an easy way to take down these robot monsters?

At three to one, it's a bit hard to do much.

[A clanging noise of metal on metal is heard, along with some running. Fast running.]

I think I pissed it off.

[A few more seconds of running and some scrambling is heard before he manages to speak again.]

That was a close one. I think I'll stay inside for a while. Wait for this to blow over.

I thought this place was strange to begin with...

What the hell is everyone actin' so strange for? Wasn't like this a week ago.

Anyone care to tell me what's goin' on? Cause I'm confused.

[The PCD feed turns on to show a man in his apparent 20's, his unruly red hair somewhat spiky and pulled into a ponytail in back. On the sides of his face are red markings, tattoos. He seems to be somewhat confused, quickly glancing around.]

No no no, you gotta be kidding me!

Where the hell am I?

...the bomb couldn't have been that powerful, even if Rude made it.

Rude? You there?

C'mon, someone's gotta be here. Sir?

[He pauses for a moment to sigh, and cocks his head as he spots the PCD, the light glinting off the goggles resting on his forehead.]

What's this? Another cell phone? Like I haven't had enough of these already.

[He turns the feed off with a somewhat curious expression on his face.]