[Video] [Junkpile]

[dirge]

[Only Dirge's upper half is visible above a pile of scrap- he's been spending most of his time in the junkyard rather than the living space provided at the temple. Every once and a while he's been leaving with armfuls of stuff and heading back towards his room.]

...It's hard to think. [He's mumbling, mostly to himself but somewhat directed at the camera.]

I have enough trouble with that without something else crowding my processor. [He's sorting trash, slowly and methodically, with much less enthusiasm than usual.]

I want to go somewhere. To look for something. But I don't know what it is. [Growl] It's very frustrating.

Comments

[chatterbot]

I guess whoever was involved with the whole fiasco on the Lost Light would know. You could probably just address the network about it. I was mostly drinking and planning on setting up a bar for that whole issue.

It's less hard when it's something obviously worth slag.

[dirge]

Good idea. [Nobody is going to be freaked out by a question like that, right?]

Oh, but everything has value. Even stuff other mechs think is trash.

[chatterbot]

Well, I wasn't actually serious, but sure. Knock yourself out.

[w/e w/e you do what you want, Dirge.]

Um, not if it kills you before you can do anything with it.