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revivalproject2020-07-10 11:03 am
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2020-07-10 11:03 am
Network - Audio (Post Calibrations)
Dudes, you WOULD not believe what I found.
[There's laughter and amusement in Tommy's voice. Something that hadn't been true at all by the end of the time in the tunnels. Look at him, not three hours free and he's already gleeful.]
So I took a nice little run after the tunnel opened and dudes, check this out. And we've got fucking ISLANDS not far from the shore. Like, not fucking in sight, so they're a bit out, just a few miles, but they're there. And get this...
[Oh yeah, you gotta believe that pleasure is ramping up.]
The chain of three of them? They're a fucking vacation spot or something. I found abandoned ruins. They're a lot like the city, all overgrown. There's these little things like a mix between a monkey and a sloth here too. I'm calling them chitterers, because they don't stop making noise, like, EVER. I even found something that almost looks like one of those paddle-swan boats. Except not because I don't think they had swans?
[And at last there's a picture of Tommy, stretched out on a beach with a white and brown, piebald creature hanging off of a nearby tree, clearly the 'chitterer' in question. He's holding a large cup of silvery crystal or plastic, clearly some sort of Agri version of a tropical drink glass like you'd get back on Earth, but with a strangely flared bottom, making it look a bit like an hour glass carved out of ice, and raising it toward the camera. All that's missing is that cheesy 'wish you were here' sorta sentiment on it, written in some horrible cliche font. Give him that, and he's a fucking post card. And, in the background, there's a broken down facade of a very different structure. The resort or vacation structure or something.]
[There's laughter and amusement in Tommy's voice. Something that hadn't been true at all by the end of the time in the tunnels. Look at him, not three hours free and he's already gleeful.]
So I took a nice little run after the tunnel opened and dudes, check this out. And we've got fucking ISLANDS not far from the shore. Like, not fucking in sight, so they're a bit out, just a few miles, but they're there. And get this...
[Oh yeah, you gotta believe that pleasure is ramping up.]
The chain of three of them? They're a fucking vacation spot or something. I found abandoned ruins. They're a lot like the city, all overgrown. There's these little things like a mix between a monkey and a sloth here too. I'm calling them chitterers, because they don't stop making noise, like, EVER. I even found something that almost looks like one of those paddle-swan boats. Except not because I don't think they had swans?
[And at last there's a picture of Tommy, stretched out on a beach with a white and brown, piebald creature hanging off of a nearby tree, clearly the 'chitterer' in question. He's holding a large cup of silvery crystal or plastic, clearly some sort of Agri version of a tropical drink glass like you'd get back on Earth, but with a strangely flared bottom, making it look a bit like an hour glass carved out of ice, and raising it toward the camera. All that's missing is that cheesy 'wish you were here' sorta sentiment on it, written in some horrible cliche font. Give him that, and he's a fucking post card. And, in the background, there's a broken down facade of a very different structure. The resort or vacation structure or something.]
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