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Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video to all
Action: On the Bishop
When: Now!

[When the video starts, Nightingale is just facing the camera, sitting in her room. Her fox is circling her, like it's demanding attention, but she's just ignoring it. Notably, the fox is also wearing a little purple party hat.]

So... As of yesterday, I've been here for a year.

[She pauses for a minute.]

A year by my world's calendar, not Earth's. Earth's calendar is stupid.

Anyway, when you factor in the time I spent at my last interdimensional shithole, it's been about a year and a half since I've been home. I know there's a lot of people here who have been gone a lot longer than I have, but... The homesickness just doesn't get much easier, does it? I'm even starting to miss the shitty fast food place right near my place.

Shit, I'm even starting to miss the last interdimensional shithole. At least there we had a purpose, even if the place sucked. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that we're not having half the people here getting killed once a week, but... There's no goal here. We just try to get nebulous 'ratings' to win at a completely unknown 'end'. We're being fucked with constantly, and...

[She has to take a moment before she continues, taking a deep breath. Then she lifts the camera, turning it around, to show a large crate on the ground, opened. There are: A large pile of party hats and poppers, several rubber snakes and small stuffed birds, and below that, quite a large number of what look to be glass bottles. (Of course, every single thing is purple.)]

That got a lot more depressing than I meant it to. Anyway, since I've been here for a year, I got this from the 'sponsors'? The drinks taste like shit, but they're strong, so... If you want to get nostalgic and talk about your homes or whatever and try to be less homesick, or if you just want to get smashed, I guess, party on the Bishop. Everyone's invited, and people from that shitty castle have drinks reserved already.

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Sorry. But it . . . could be a lot worse?

Not just could. I'm sure it will be a lot worse soon.

It will never be as worse as some of what we've gone through.

[nothing can beat some of that bullshit ok]

... Well, yeah, no shit. But I'm trying not to think about those times.

[nothing is going to beat trauma games, yes.]

I'm not either, just - pointing out that this is harmless worse.

And . . . they mean well? I don't know. I still can't get over them being ponies.

I can't either, but... They're...

They're calling me their friend.

[pictured: how to make nightingale feel like the hugest asshole]

. . . is that a bad thing?

I mean... I've been doing nothing but bitch and moan to them, and about them, and- Anyway, this is the first time I've met the pink one!

They're . . . probably used to it? Not - to be rude, but talking ponies are sort of . . . new.

Yes, and a person who comes from a world that works like other worlds' video games is new to people, too. That doesn't make it get less annoying to be treated like that.