amansgottadowhat | 50-Close, yet nowhere near any kind of yellow phallic fruit

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[He is looking a little more disheveled than usual, more tired and unhappy. Until he focuses the camera on him, then behind him, to a (once) beautiful Santa Monica scene. And he grins.]

Well, well. It looks like that message about collecting items is working. Only two days and already I'm back home. Obviously not home home, as I still have access to the network and I see many faces of the City- [His face droops a bit for the previously sentence, before perking up at the end of it.] but it's a good effort, I think.

This- [He once again turns the camera towards the scene.] This is Los Angelos, greatest city on Earth, or any other galaxy; and it is mine. These are the streets I clean of crime, this is air that is inhaled with freedom, these are the people filled with such hope and joy- [An ambling man, approaches slowly, and then lets out a RRRRGH. Hammer turns directly towards him, and all you can see from the angle is a fist coming out and punching the rotted face straight through, before the rest of the body falls to the ground, lifeless.]

This is not the LA that I know. [He turns the camera back on him, smile gone, disgust apparent, and as he speaks he tries to non-obviously shake the gore from his hand.] Dilapidated streets they may be, but I still know them better than the back of my hand- the back of my glove. If anyone needs assistance navigating them, along with security, I am at the ready. Merely tell me where you are.

We shall locate gasoline and leave immediately. Hopefully for good.

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