Come on man! You're man with needs. Go find someone! You know you want to~
No, I don't. Why don't you go bug someone else?
Sorry man, that isn't how this works. Look, she ain't putting out so ju-mmmph...hon' kill me...
You say another word I'm pulling this trigger and every time you come back I'm killing in a more painful way, you got that?
Ser, yesh ser...
Get out of my sight.
[Audio ends.]
No, I don't. Why don't you go bug someone else?
Sorry man, that isn't how this works. Look, she ain't putting out so ju-mmmph...hon' kill me...
You say another word I'm pulling this trigger and every time you come back I'm killing in a more painful way, you got that?
Ser, yesh ser...
Get out of my sight.
[Audio ends.]
[Good morning digital world. It seems Mr. Fisk Black set his D-Comm down and it turned on, accidentally. He is in a kitchen from the looks of it, a kitchen several people will recognize but most wont. He is shirtless and it seems he is grabbing a glass of milk this fine morning. Seems pretty dull right? Well, it ends with his putting the milk glass down and him starting to get coffee ready.]
[Audio starts. Fisk is whispering into his D-Comm, and the sounds of distant snoring can be heard.]
Well, looks like I've been here almost a week. Time flies. Nice to have a place to stay though. And the food is great. Quick's a good chief. And Crashman seems pretty cool. He's like to pet though, but at least he doesn't take any fur off when he does it and doesn't do it too often. Kats is pretty cool too.
Got to say, I miss home though. Maybe if I think of this as an assignment, then it won't be so bad.
On the bright side, everyone knows not to call Commandramon a boy. Heh. Good things Kats gave everyone a heads up once he found out we were staying for a while. Maybe I'll see if Train wants to do some shooting tomorrow. That would be nice. Well, it's getting late. Might as well turn in.
[Audio ended]
Well, looks like I've been here almost a week. Time flies. Nice to have a place to stay though. And the food is great. Quick's a good chief. And Crashman seems pretty cool. He's like to pet though, but at least he doesn't take any fur off when he does it and doesn't do it too often. Kats is pretty cool too.
Got to say, I miss home though. Maybe if I think of this as an assignment, then it won't be so bad.
On the bright side, everyone knows not to call Commandramon a boy. Heh. Good things Kats gave everyone a heads up once he found out we were staying for a while. Maybe I'll see if Train wants to do some shooting tomorrow. That would be nice. Well, it's getting late. Might as well turn in.
[Audio ended]
First Journal. Open
May. 17th, 2010 10:40 pm[Video starts. The camera is a bit shaky as black fur can be seen fairly up close to the screen. The fur slowly steps away from the camera until a tall black cat with a brown jacket and black shirt underneath can be seen. Fisk looks rather occward as he looks at the camera. Regular font is Fisk. Bold is Commandramon.]
"Is this good?" he asked. A voice off screen can be heard.
"Looks perfect sir."
"Okay...are we recording?"
"Yes sir."
"Hello? Hello to...whoever has the time to watch this. My name is Fisk Black. It seems I've been dropped here in this...Digital World. I am lost and in need of assistance. I would greatly appreciate any info or evac anyone can spare. And...does anyone know how I get home?"
[the video loses focus on Fisk as it is moved around a bit before the video cuts out]
"Is this good?" he asked. A voice off screen can be heard.
"Looks perfect sir."
"Okay...are we recording?"
"Yes sir."
"Hello? Hello to...whoever has the time to watch this. My name is Fisk Black. It seems I've been dropped here in this...Digital World. I am lost and in need of assistance. I would greatly appreciate any info or evac anyone can spare. And...does anyone know how I get home?"
[the video loses focus on Fisk as it is moved around a bit before the video cuts out]