First Person (entry type): [... A question. What if all your life all you saw was war? And what if you ended that war, for a good long time? For a 100 years or so? ..... When the war is over & ended and both sides are happy, what do you do when all you ever did was fight in that war & now there's nothing left to fight for? When there's peace at last?]
[..... I've died about... three or four times if not more..... I guess I haven't used up my get-out-death-free cards yet.]
[How many people in the community are from the world of Reploids?]
Third Person: [The feed flickers on, showing a large room that has a oddly empty feel. Like whoever lived there wasn't used to living there, though it was clear that this place had been lived for several months. Hanging from a hook, on the wall is a rather dirty brown cloak. A bed is set against the far wall & a Recharge capsule on the opposite wall. Odd bits & pieces of machinery are shattered on a table sitting in the corner. And perched on a stool in front of the table, is a familiar red Reploid. Familiar, at least to people from his world. Zero. He's tinkering with something on table, with his back to the camera. And encasing his hands are bandages. Lots of bandages. Suddenly, he twitches & turns around & spots the camera.]
.... When did it start recording? I thought......... Never mind. [His face remains blank & emotionless but a slightly amused tone showed itself in his voice before vanishing.] Haven't checked up in Dramadramaduck for a while. Had a slight problem & had heal for a while.
[Only Zero would call dipping his hands in molten lava a "slight problem". And as he's trying not to use unneeded energy, he's using human bandages & allowing his self-repair to slowly heal his wounds.]
Re: 3/2 // MMZ // Zero / too many words to fit.
..... When the war is over & ended and both sides are happy, what do you do when all you ever did was fight in that war & now there's nothing left to fight for? When there's peace at last?]
[..... I've died about... three or four times if not more..... I guess I haven't used up my get-out-death-free cards yet.]
[How many people in the community are from the world of Reploids?]
Third Person: [The feed flickers on, showing a large room that has a oddly empty feel. Like whoever lived there wasn't used to living there, though it was clear that this place had been lived for several months. Hanging from a hook, on the wall is a rather dirty brown cloak. A bed is set against the far wall & a Recharge capsule on the opposite wall. Odd bits & pieces of machinery are shattered on a table sitting in the corner. And perched on a stool in front of the table, is a familiar red Reploid. Familiar, at least to people from his world. Zero. He's tinkering with something on table, with his back to the camera. And encasing his hands are bandages. Lots of bandages. Suddenly, he twitches & turns around & spots the camera.]
.... When did it start recording? I thought......... Never mind. [His face remains blank & emotionless but a slightly amused tone showed itself in his voice before vanishing.] Haven't checked up in Dramadramaduck for a while. Had a slight problem & had heal for a while.
[Only Zero would call dipping his hands in molten lava a "slight problem". And as he's trying not to use unneeded energy, he's using human bandages & allowing his self-repair to slowly heal his wounds.]