video | un: hardcore.

[deathrespect]

So, I've dealt with something like this before. Kinda.

( If they ask, they ask.

Samatoki seems calm on the video, even smoking a cigarette, though he keeps looking over the top of the camera recording. )

And I've learned some kind of ... reality checkin' methods since then. See, it doesn't always work if you're in the middle of it way, way bad, but when it starts to creep on ...

( He gestures. )

If you can remember, it might save you. But if you can use your phone to take pics of your surroundings — and what you see on the screen doesn't match what you see off of it ... Then you're seein' shit that ain't there. Same with recordings, if you're hearing things. Might all seem obvious, but it sure as fuck wasn't when I started seein' shit.

( Taking a moment with a now-shaking hand to take a drag, he continues: )

Ask the people around you, too. I know it's like shooting in the dark, trying to get on top of this shit, but still. Stay out of it as much as you can, and take care.

( The feed switches off. )

[And then...] Video / un; Archer

[21towin]

Gah! Sonnuvabitch!

[The sound of crashing is heard over the torrent of the raining blood outside. Punctuated by shouting and glass breaking. His device fell to the ground in a clatter, faintly showing Billy leaning against a wall, gun in hand.] Come on out, -illy. We got more than 100 out here and the entire, damn army! And we ain't going anywhere without ya!

[The other voices were distorted and sounded distant.]

Well, can't say I've been in a pickle like this in a while haha!

[He turned his head, smiling despite his fear and pain in his voice.]

For illusions they sure are a persistent bunch, I'll tell you what!

[The sounds of more gunfire, men yelling, and glass breaking around the outlaw continued.]