Jun. 3rd, 2021 03:10 pm
003 ★ video + action for route 32
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I'm certainly not above admitting when I have perhaps made an error in judgment. To underestimate this realm's venerated leaders- [Was that some condescending sarcasm?] -is clearly a basic mistake I shan't be making twice. Truly, failure is the greatest teacher. Particularly since I have little doubt S--Falkner bothers to vary his combat strategies. His sort never do, you know. Too overconfident and stuck-up to assume themselves flawed. [Ardyn rolled yellow eyes in exasperation.] Heavens forbid.
[Hey gang, it's Johto's newest rambling shitpost vlogger. From the look of things, he's wandering about through the tall grass not too far from Violet City today, twirling an umbrella in the hand not holding his Pokegear.]
[Anyone else hear that ominous rustling off-camera?]
All that said, I do believe I've properly adjusted to this realm--considerable adjustment though it may have been. I don't even know when I last saw daylight before all this, never mind everything else. [hunger? fatigue? what is THIS horseshit?] Traveling across the land on foot, at the mercy of the whims of nature and its terrible creatures, there's something very delightfully antiquated about the whole gods-awful experience. Imagine, a world where one could even travel safely at night, should they so wish--
[As if to remind Ardyn of his certainty that he was living in a brightly colored hell, the rustling was suddenly much closer--followed by a streak of red lunging for his head with all the incoherent noises of something very angry, very hungry, or both. With his Pokegear sent flying with a colorful string of curses in a mostly-dead language, the video spent a moment focused upon a blurry patch of grass before cutting out.]
[Travel safely at night, sure. Apparently it was mid-afternoon that was his problem.]
[Hey gang, it's Johto's newest rambling shitpost vlogger. From the look of things, he's wandering about through the tall grass not too far from Violet City today, twirling an umbrella in the hand not holding his Pokegear.]
[Anyone else hear that ominous rustling off-camera?]
All that said, I do believe I've properly adjusted to this realm--considerable adjustment though it may have been. I don't even know when I last saw daylight before all this, never mind everything else. [hunger? fatigue? what is THIS horseshit?] Traveling across the land on foot, at the mercy of the whims of nature and its terrible creatures, there's something very delightfully antiquated about the whole gods-awful experience. Imagine, a world where one could even travel safely at night, should they so wish--
[As if to remind Ardyn of his certainty that he was living in a brightly colored hell, the rustling was suddenly much closer--followed by a streak of red lunging for his head with all the incoherent noises of something very angry, very hungry, or both. With his Pokegear sent flying with a colorful string of curses in a mostly-dead language, the video spent a moment focused upon a blurry patch of grass before cutting out.]
[Travel safely at night, sure. Apparently it was mid-afternoon that was his problem.]