"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllooooooooo people! My name is Rage, and welcome to another episode of Plague Inc: Evolved. It has been a while since I filmed one of these, and we just unlocked a new plague type." He instantaneously (coincidently his favourite word) switched to an awful Scottish accent.
"We're going to infect some people today laddy! It looks like ... TENTACLES!." He proceeded to finish the intro, a long but essential task (being PART OF THE ENTERTAINMENT), then made the video- infecting the world with 'Evil Twin Disorder'. When he was done, he shut the computer down, tired and unwilling to edit the footage. He headed downstairs to make his dinner. 'I think I'll have burgers tonight'.
Curling, twisting seeking. The smoke, dense with oil and fat, crept towards the bedroom. Carried by the draft coming from the hallway, it slid through the gap beneath the bedroom door. It spread through the room, seemingly in search of something, when it came to the computer. It had found what it was looking for.
Rage drummed his fingers on the desk impatiently as he waited for Hollow. At last there was Skype's familiar 'glop' sound and they were talking. 'Hey man, what took you so long?' Rage asked, shaking his head. 'Hello?'
'Aaron, I'm here!'
'Hello? I can't hear you my Internet's being slow.'
'Aaron?'
'Josh? Hello?'
'God dammit Aaron sort it out.' Rage shouted at his monitor with contempt. 'Ok, done. What's up, man?' Hollow asked pleasantly. 'What's up? Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that we need to record and you're faffing around.' said Rage, annoyed, 'Woah, I just had a bad connection!' Said Hollow, "Well, I need to do a sound check"
"You do this every time, you're so paranoid"
"Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it won't, Hollow you...you...sick-minded waffle"
"Sick? Sick minded waffle? Are you serious?" Hollow bursts out laughing
"Shut up man, I'm under pressure."
"How exactly?"
"I don't know I just feel... different somehow."
