discedo | 00.00.01

"Use this"? How am I supposed to use this piece of trash...?

[groangroangroan whiiine. the kid looks displeased, as do 90% of the people who first arrive here. he taps the red light with a gloved finger, continues to glare into its camera.]

... Right. So there's obviously peopl—

[he breaks off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing. turning, the camera swivels with him to catch sight of a department store and then his apparent cause for alarm*. but mental berating aside for not noticing the thing before it's literally within meters of him, yukio smiles. glances at the camera and tucks it into a coat pocket. enjoy the view of darkness for a while. calmly:]

Invaders must die.

[nope. she continues to move strangely, her crying more audible, it's as if it's she that's yet to notice him.]

What the hell.. I said, 'invaders must die'!

[a thud. the scraping of claws against broken cement, yukio taking a few faltering steps backward.]

INVADERS MUST D—

[WHAM. the recording ends.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'm guessing it's not all their fault, but I dunno for sure.

Okay.

Well, I guess I'll take your word for it, as I've only been here about ten minutes.

It's just really hard to say. They don't show up often, so who knows what they're really doing.

Hiding. They'd be torn to shreds if they didn't.

Might be true. Some people here are pretty dangerous.

I've noticed some like to brag about it.

Think it's the ones that don't that might be even more so.

Some of the loud ones are pretty bad too. But yeah, I think you've pretty much got it.

Or else I'm probably overestimating them.

So? What's your story?

Could be a lotta things, with this crowd.

My story? [ Hm. Usually it's easier just to point to a history book. ] D'you mean of how I got here and stuff?