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003. VIDEO; now this looks like a job for me (late 23 through 24)
Greetings!
[Hello, Avagi. It's a beautiful day in our local greenhouse jungle, isn't it? Here's your host!
Some of you may recognize him from his grandstanding over a year ago, or from any number of disasters. For everybody else, enjoy the glimpse of six feet of literally glowing enthusiasm, pitched somewhere between car salesman and televangelist.
There's something off about it though--something frantic in the gestures, a glint in the eyes, a sheen of teeth.
He moves like a thing in a cage, thrumming its tail on the bars.]
Kaittos is a great planet, huh? Stories are money--and let me tell you, I cleaned up. Crashed and burned at the trials, though. Total wipeout.
But what does this mean for you?
So many new Greenery specimens!
This is Utopia; wave to our friends, babe. I'm told she'll sprout apples in a season or so. Maybe sooner, with the fertilizer I've got...unless those markings stand for deadly poison. Hmm.
See, I'm betting I'm not the only one with a short fuse or a tendency to die in combat, or sucking at whatever it is healers do.
So if you're tired of people telling you the all twists for all the seasons of your favorite thing that you haven't seen yet, or teleporting into your shower, or--that whole, thing--with the feelings--
[Ew. Have an enormous full-body shudder.]
Come grow something with me. Or trim hedges! Or water, or dig, or--basically, bring anything but your newfound extraterrestrially-gifted powers.
See, 'cause, you're all winners, and good for you.
But this? This is not for you. You already have yourselves a party.
This is for the rest of us.
[Hello, Avagi. It's a beautiful day in our local greenhouse jungle, isn't it? Here's your host!
Some of you may recognize him from his grandstanding over a year ago, or from any number of disasters. For everybody else, enjoy the glimpse of six feet of literally glowing enthusiasm, pitched somewhere between car salesman and televangelist.
There's something off about it though--something frantic in the gestures, a glint in the eyes, a sheen of teeth.
He moves like a thing in a cage, thrumming its tail on the bars.]
Kaittos is a great planet, huh? Stories are money--and let me tell you, I cleaned up. Crashed and burned at the trials, though. Total wipeout.
But what does this mean for you?
So many new Greenery specimens!
This is Utopia; wave to our friends, babe. I'm told she'll sprout apples in a season or so. Maybe sooner, with the fertilizer I've got...unless those markings stand for deadly poison. Hmm.
See, I'm betting I'm not the only one with a short fuse or a tendency to die in combat, or sucking at whatever it is healers do.
So if you're tired of people telling you the all twists for all the seasons of your favorite thing that you haven't seen yet, or teleporting into your shower, or--that whole, thing--with the feelings--
[Ew. Have an enormous full-body shudder.]
Come grow something with me. Or trim hedges! Or water, or dig, or--basically, bring anything but your newfound extraterrestrially-gifted powers.
See, 'cause, you're all winners, and good for you.
But this? This is not for you. You already have yourselves a party.
This is for the rest of us.