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[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]

Comments

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

Where I come from, there is only one way to pet a cat...wait...do...do you want to make me a pet?

[drillsforhands.livejournal.com]

Kinda? I mean, Quick has Kats as his pet so it'd be fair for me to get a cat too.

That and you'd be with the awesomest robots in this place.

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

Oh! So you know Kats. I just talked to him a bit ago. Well, Kats seems on the level so I guess I could hang out with you. Got any food where you are?

[drillsforhands.livejournal.com]

Yep, Kats is out mechanic. And we have lots, more since I've been keeping Fluffy from eating too much, and Quick knows how to cook some really good food too.

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

Alright then. I'll come visit you. Mind sending me your location or coming to pick me up?

[drillsforhands.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah one second...

[locked to Fisk]

Gotta be careful with this stuff.

[attached; Poyoi Mountain's Light post data and a map marker for near the RM mountain house] Be careful Fisk.

[armycatblack.livejournal.com]

I'm always careful. See you soon.