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reefnet2023-06-13 06:44 pm
aluminumandash) wrote in reefnet2023-06-13 06:44 pm
RE419S | audio | Day 7
[ Rust's voice comes over the walkie, urgent and forceful. ] Anyone in the area between the concrete structures where Martin and me were held—that's the foothills with, ah, a river to the south and the jungle ten hours to the west of the northeast coast, check in right the fuck now.
[ He thinks to type the rest out—some semblance of a record, something for people to refer back to for the while it's around—but five minutes punching little keys and he can't take it anymore. So his voice returns, matter-of-fact. ]
Officer de Guzman's dead. [ If anyone was hoping for a eulogy, it's not fucking happening. ] Took an arrow to the shoulder then was executed, from the sound of it, likely with his own firearm. He was in the region I just described, about a kilometer away from a wood cabin with no defenses or occupants he could discern. Guessing he walked into some kind of a trap. [ He concludes, irritation seeping into his voice. ]
Much as I hate to state the obvious, circumstances compel me to say: do not seek out the cabin. Hell, I'll say it twice: do not seek out the fucking cabin. You find yourself in an area suspiciously quiet and bereft of animal activity, turn around and go back the way you came.
The individual who killed him had a message for us. It follows.
[ After a short delay: ] The next animal I find here will die a much slower death. Tell your friends for me.
OOC: Replies subject to even more robust threadjacking than usual from Lalo!
[ He thinks to type the rest out—some semblance of a record, something for people to refer back to for the while it's around—but five minutes punching little keys and he can't take it anymore. So his voice returns, matter-of-fact. ]
Officer de Guzman's dead. [ If anyone was hoping for a eulogy, it's not fucking happening. ] Took an arrow to the shoulder then was executed, from the sound of it, likely with his own firearm. He was in the region I just described, about a kilometer away from a wood cabin with no defenses or occupants he could discern. Guessing he walked into some kind of a trap. [ He concludes, irritation seeping into his voice. ]
Much as I hate to state the obvious, circumstances compel me to say: do not seek out the cabin. Hell, I'll say it twice: do not seek out the fucking cabin. You find yourself in an area suspiciously quiet and bereft of animal activity, turn around and go back the way you came.
The individual who killed him had a message for us. It follows.
[ After a short delay: ] The next animal I find here will die a much slower death. Tell your friends for me.
OOC: Replies subject to even more robust threadjacking than usual from Lalo!
no subject
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant lump of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short
And unimportant...
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long
As my great great great great uncleses and auntses.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine...
We're nothing in the grand scheme of things. But that-that doesn't matter, does it? I think we all have value, even if we're small and disappear. Just existence, making your infinitesimally miniscule mark on the universe?
That's important.
To the people you touch while you're alive. To the people whose lives are touched when you're gone. We're all stardust, Ben. Think about that. Every atom in your body used to be part of a star. I think that's pretty neat.