[ VOICE ]

[followyoutohell]

I hope you will excuse me, Lord Cain, but I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea where I am. Or rather, I am certain it is some sort of strange desert, but knowing that much is hardly enough to understand, as is the case usually in this place, it seems--

[...and SUDDENLY.

STATIC. conveniently enough]

░░░░ and I ░░ afr░░d I may ░░░░░░ delayed ░ere. ░░░░░░░░ain, I do hope you ░░░ doing well despite the-- ░░░░░░░░░

----@#(░░░░%*&%@@░░░░░░░#$%░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

[GOSH, THOSE ARE SOME STRANGE NOISES SUDDENLY. and lots of static. almost as if the Network Device is being rubbed against the sand on purpose full of sand too, but that makes sense. totally.

Oh, and, by the way--]


[FILTERED: ALEXIS HARGREAVES | unhackable ]

What a fortuitous turn of events.

I hope you know, this charade is growing extremely tiresome.

[/filter]

Comments

[ voice ]

[shall_yield_us]

And why not employ the post?

[ voice ]

[followyoutohell]

Elaborate.

[ voice ]

[shall_yield_us]

The postal office.

[ voice ]

[followyoutohell]

As though a postal service would exist in this unnatural desert.

[ voice ]

[shall_yield_us]

Then best create it, hadn't you? Now that would be wise entrepreneurship.