CRAYON WARRIOR RED

[ When the feed starts, it's easy to see that Shooter's not enjoying the bug attack; there are scrapes and bruises on his cheeks, his hair a little singed at the edges, and the boy stares into the camera much too seriously. A trashed motel room makes up the background, along with a flurry of movement and constant stream of cursing. Whoever it is, Shooter pays them no mind. ]

You guys okay? It's CRAZY out there! There are all these Pokemon that fly right into you and they sort of have fists, you know, and then there are these others that EXPLODE, like BAM! It's so like a video game.

[ He pauses for a moment as an exceptionally loud "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" drowns out all else. ]

I'm fine, though. I found a grown-up.

[ He scoots out of the way a little, letting the camera focus on the person behind him, and--

It's usedswallow.

It's Panty holding her Piplup by the feet and swinging the little penguin like a bat, apparently trying to bludgeon a Skorupi to death while swearing at the top of her lungs -- it looks like the thing isn't even moving. Shooter doesn't seem to notice; with a satisfied little nod, he turns the camera back on himself. ]

OH, and Kindred Spirits! If any of you remember me. You guys should probably stay inside too. Unless you have really really cool Pokemon or, like, armor. I already lost my bucket helmet.

[ And click, feed has ended. Both Panty and Shooter will be replying to this! ]