The video shows a wooden wall, with sunlight angling across it from the left. Triple bladed frondgrass carpets the ground up to the wall. A middle aged man enters from the left. Assuming the wall is a standard height, he would be just under six feet tall. He wears his synth thread jacket open and is shirtless and ripped underneath. His dark hair is trimmed down to the standard cryptosleep buzz. He walks to the center of the frame and looks to the camera. His face is vaguely familiar, although it is hard to place from where.
"Here?" he asks, his voice is smooth and deep, flavored with a faint spinward glitterworld accent. Another voice responds from off-camera, "Yeah, dude, go. We're recording already." The man on screen looks down, coughs lightly and his lips can be seen to move quickly, like he was praying or speaking to himself quietly. After a second he looks back up and smiles, white teeth glittering in the sunlight.
"Hi, my name is Bret Cross. You may remember me from such golden joywire classics as Merrin Veck and the Solar Wreck, Colony 2291 and the Urbworld Urchins series. Although since it has been a couple decades since I was last on the wire, I wouldn't blame you if you don't." He swipes his left hand over his head, the movement instantly recognizable as a signature gesture of many of his characters. "At my brother's insistence, we are starting this running vlog of the foundation of what we are calling Muffalo Cross. You may be wondering why I dropped off the map so many years ago, and what I've been doing since then. Well, some of you may know that I am originally from Eribin Dani, and that when that world collapsed into the fires of religious nuclear war I was safely off world, filming Urbworld Urchins. What you probably don't know is that I had a brother who was still on Eribin Dani when it all went down."
He seems to think for a moment and then quickly advances on the camera. The same voice from earlier is heard saying, "No, quit it Bret, Stop!", and the source is revealed to be another man, slightly younger than Brett but with an obvious family resemblance. The younger man also wears standard cryptosleep synth thread pants, but no other clothing. While he is as physically impressive as Bret, his back bears the unmistakable stripes of a whip, and he has a large full-color tattoo across his upper back the legendary warship Donnager against a star filled backdrop. Bret keeps the younger man in a simple headlock as he pulls him into the shot.
"This knucklehead is my brother Daniel. Say hello to the galaxy, Dan!" Dan waves awkwardly towards the camera and twists out of the headlock. He holds his hands up warily towards Bret, but looks to the camera. "Hi galaxy!" he waves again, more naturally and at ease. Brett continues, occasionally feinting towards Daniel like he was going to grab him again, "Anyway. I wound up having to spend the majority of the fortune I had made in my joywire career trying to get him off of the ruins of Eribin Dani. We wound up more or less bumming around the spinward systems for several years, working on odd jobs to make the ends meet and just trying to settle on some kind of direction. Finally, we landed a contract to join a group looking to establish a colony on the antispin rim, somewhere around Upsilon Maxi. We made friends with another of the colonists, Naoki McGuire, a former Planetary Guild Navy researcher who prefers to go by the nickname Muffalo." A couple shots fire in distance and both brothers look in that direction. "Um, yeah," Bret looks back to the camera, "Anyways, I got the luck of pulling regular maintenance shifts for journey out. Imagine my worry, then, when I happen to cycle up for my shift only to find half of the warning lights on the maintenance panel flashing emergency indicators. Apparently the last person to pull shift duty had died at some point during his shift and the ship quickly started to fall apart. Um, we'll pick this back up in a minute"
Another shot echoes from off camera. Daniel looks at Bret and they nod in silent agreement. Daniel walks towards the camera as Bret draws a pistol from under his jacket and walks off in the direction of the gunshots. The last shot is of Daniel reaching out to turn off the camera.
"Here?" he asks, his voice is smooth and deep, flavored with a faint spinward glitterworld accent. Another voice responds from off-camera, "Yeah, dude, go. We're recording already." The man on screen looks down, coughs lightly and his lips can be seen to move quickly, like he was praying or speaking to himself quietly. After a second he looks back up and smiles, white teeth glittering in the sunlight.
"Hi, my name is Bret Cross. You may remember me from such golden joywire classics as Merrin Veck and the Solar Wreck, Colony 2291 and the Urbworld Urchins series. Although since it has been a couple decades since I was last on the wire, I wouldn't blame you if you don't." He swipes his left hand over his head, the movement instantly recognizable as a signature gesture of many of his characters. "At my brother's insistence, we are starting this running vlog of the foundation of what we are calling Muffalo Cross. You may be wondering why I dropped off the map so many years ago, and what I've been doing since then. Well, some of you may know that I am originally from Eribin Dani, and that when that world collapsed into the fires of religious nuclear war I was safely off world, filming Urbworld Urchins. What you probably don't know is that I had a brother who was still on Eribin Dani when it all went down."
He seems to think for a moment and then quickly advances on the camera. The same voice from earlier is heard saying, "No, quit it Bret, Stop!", and the source is revealed to be another man, slightly younger than Brett but with an obvious family resemblance. The younger man also wears standard cryptosleep synth thread pants, but no other clothing. While he is as physically impressive as Bret, his back bears the unmistakable stripes of a whip, and he has a large full-color tattoo across his upper back the legendary warship Donnager against a star filled backdrop. Bret keeps the younger man in a simple headlock as he pulls him into the shot.
"This knucklehead is my brother Daniel. Say hello to the galaxy, Dan!" Dan waves awkwardly towards the camera and twists out of the headlock. He holds his hands up warily towards Bret, but looks to the camera. "Hi galaxy!" he waves again, more naturally and at ease. Brett continues, occasionally feinting towards Daniel like he was going to grab him again, "Anyway. I wound up having to spend the majority of the fortune I had made in my joywire career trying to get him off of the ruins of Eribin Dani. We wound up more or less bumming around the spinward systems for several years, working on odd jobs to make the ends meet and just trying to settle on some kind of direction. Finally, we landed a contract to join a group looking to establish a colony on the antispin rim, somewhere around Upsilon Maxi. We made friends with another of the colonists, Naoki McGuire, a former Planetary Guild Navy researcher who prefers to go by the nickname Muffalo." A couple shots fire in distance and both brothers look in that direction. "Um, yeah," Bret looks back to the camera, "Anyways, I got the luck of pulling regular maintenance shifts for journey out. Imagine my worry, then, when I happen to cycle up for my shift only to find half of the warning lights on the maintenance panel flashing emergency indicators. Apparently the last person to pull shift duty had died at some point during his shift and the ship quickly started to fall apart. Um, we'll pick this back up in a minute"
Another shot echoes from off camera. Daniel looks at Bret and they nod in silent agreement. Daniel walks towards the camera as Bret draws a pistol from under his jacket and walks off in the direction of the gunshots. The last shot is of Daniel reaching out to turn off the camera.