Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180914145456/@comment-27661770-20180928225707

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS TBHAT?! SOMEONE FUCKING GET ME THE NEWS FEED *PRONTO!*"

H2 turned on a TV screen across the street after nobody did.

"...Mr Upshur, what do you have on the developing situation?"

"It's not good, Tom. Upwards of a hundred were being treated there, in what's believed to be the first overt terrorist attack in this planet's history that was not politically motivated. It's far too early to guess anything but people are linking it to the hijacks that preceded the bombings. As for who those people are... Look. I don't know what's going on? But I'm fucking afraid and confused as shit. I don't know what exactly they want. I don't know why they want it. I don't even know if they won't do this again! But I'm fucking scared, Tom. Who... Who would do this?"

"...er... Get some rest and some time to breathe, Miles. You sound like you need it. Keep posted, and remember: if you haven't already turned your children away: do so immediately. I'm expecting this to be very graphic. Contact relatives in other dimensions, get ready to migrate back there at a moment's notice. This... This is bad. Keep posted. And now, silence instead of a commercial break; in immediate respect for all who just..."

The news anchor breaks into a frightened sob as it cuts out.