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| - ADV016 BrayHuskyCorpse.txt
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| - {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.} This is...This is Bray Husky. And this is probably my last recording. Aw, jeez, I can see my frigging guts here...
- That's it. You don't like it, tough? This is how we get things done around here.
- Rowan, you're on building and repairs. Seems like some of the baseboards keep getting loose or torn up. I'm not sure what's getting at them, but fix it.
- Allright, good. Now get back to work, I can take it from here.
- Shit, Luke, how the hell do you turn this thing off? There's a million buttons on this stupid thing. Screw it, I'm just gonna unplug it
- Ok, lunkheads, listen up. These here are the chores for the month. I'm only making one of these, so pass it around.
- Bray Husky, signing off.
- {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.} I went to get Braun and found some huge fish... man... THING eating what was left of him. He clawed me right across my guts before I could get a shot off.
- Hello? Luke, is this thing on?
- I knew that...
- {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.Sound of approaching mirelurk in background} I just hope...oh, god no... Aw, it found me. No, NO!
- {Screaming off microphoneSound of approaching mirelurk in background, eating speaker} Aw, god is this thing still recording?!? You've got to be kidding me!
- Alright, new announcement, so listen...Woah, Luke. What are you doing in here? I'm making my next tape here.
- {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.} The rest are dead. All dead. Luke got pinched right in half and I saw Rowan screaming while another one pulled him under. His eyes. Jesus, his eyes...
- And, no I will not be changing my mind again, so stop asking, Braun.
- Aw, for crying out loud. This thing is still recording. Luke, how the hell do you make this thing stop?
- We've torn enough scrap wood and metal from the nearby houses to build an outpost on the water and really make a go of it here.
- Fine, go round up those chuckleheads and I'll have a talk with them both. This place would fall apart without me, I swear...
- {Include sounds of Mirelurk attacking and gunshots followed by out of ammo gun clicks} *screaming*
- I pulled day guard duty again. We'll swap around at night, same as last month. Even you, Braun, so don't even start whining.
- This here is Bray Husky, leader of the Husky Family and rightful owner of the land previously known as Haddock Cove, and these here tapes are mine, as well.
- Are you kidding me? He's a grown man, for God's sake. He's too old to be jumping at the boogeyman.
- Braun, you've got brush removal again. Gotta clear our line of sights. And, yes, you may have to work at night, you big baby. I don't care what you hear.
- {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.} Jeez, this place was impenetrable. We could see anyone coming for miles. Underwater goddamn fish monsters.
- {Screaming off microphone as he's being attacked.Sound of approaching mirelurk in background, followed by gunshots} No, you get back! Get away from me!
- Wait, is this thing still on? Damn it! Is it this button? No, of course not. I swear I'm gonna throw this thing in the water. Argh!
- Luke, you're in charge of fishing and cleaning fish and cooking fish. Just about anything to do with fish. That's your job, ok?
- We build this thing big and tall enough, we'll be able to see pests coming from a good distance off. No one'll be able to catch us with our pants down.
- {Out of breath, annoyed, wounded, dying.} They came up from underneath us. Big huge freaking mirelurks. Tons of 'em. The dead fish and chum musta lured them to us. Ah, God, my leg...
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| Before
| - Player Default: Allright, good. Now get back to work, I can take it from here.
- Player Default: Fine, go round up those chuckleheads and I'll have a talk with them both. This place would fall apart without me, I swear...
- Player Default: Luke, you're in charge of fishing and cleaning fish and cooking fish. Just about anything to do with fish. That's your job, ok?
- Player Default: Ok, lunkheads, listen up. These here are the chores for the month. I'm only making one of these, so pass it around.
- Player Default: No, you get back! Get away from me!
- Player Default: Maybe, but he's refusing to do his chores. On top of that, Rowan keeps hiding in the water and jumping out at him. Scares him close to death.
- Player Default: *screaming*
- Player Default: Bray Husky, signing off.
- Player Default: Yeah, boss, we're rolling.
- Player Default: We've torn enough scrap wood and metal from the nearby houses to build an outpost on the water and really make a go of it here.
- Player Default: I just hope...oh, god no... Aw, it found me. No, NO!
- Player Default: The rest are dead. All dead. Luke got pinched right in half and I saw Rowan screaming while another one pulled him under. His eyes. Jesus, his eyes...
- Player Default: That's it. You don't like it, tough? This is how we get things done around here.
- Player Default: We build this thing big and tall enough, we'll be able to see pests coming from a good distance off. No one'll be able to catch us with our pants down.
- Player Default: Boss, Braun's off in his bunk whimpering about something. Says he saw something peering up at him from under the base boards
- Player Default: I went to get Braun and found some huge fish... man... THING eating what was left of him. He clawed me right across my guts before I could get a shot off.
- Player Default: Big red button marked "Stop Recording"
- Player Default: Jeez, this place was impenetrable. We could see anyone coming for miles. Underwater goddamn fish monsters.
- Player Default: They came up from underneath us. Big huge freaking mirelurks. Tons of 'em. The dead fish and chum musta lured them to us. Ah, God, my leg...
- Player Default: And, no I will not be changing my mind again, so stop asking, Braun.
- Player Default: Braun, you've got brush removal again. Gotta clear our line of sights. And, yes, you may have to work at night, you big baby. I don't care what you hear.
- Player Default: This here is Bray Husky, leader of the Husky Family and rightful owner of the land previously known as Haddock Cove, and these here tapes are mine, as well.
- Player Default: This is...This is Bray Husky. And this is probably my last recording. Aw, jeez, I can see my frigging guts here...
- Player Default: Rowan, you're on building and repairs. Seems like some of the baseboards keep getting loose or torn up. I'm not sure what's getting at them, but fix it.
- Player Default: I pulled day guard duty again. We'll swap around at night, same as last month. Even you, Braun, so don't even start whining.
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| After
| - Player Default: Aw, for crying out loud. This thing is still recording. Luke, how the hell do you make this thing stop?
- Player Default: Luke, you're in charge of fishing and cleaning fish and cooking fish. Just about anything to do with fish. That's your job, ok?
- Player Default: No, you get back! Get away from me!
- Player Default: Aw, god is this thing still recording?!? You've got to be kidding me!
- Player Default: Maybe, but he's refusing to do his chores. On top of that, Rowan keeps hiding in the water and jumping out at him. Scares him close to death.
- Player Default: *screaming*
- Player Default: Bray Husky, signing off.
- Player Default: Yeah, boss, we're rolling.
- Player Default: Wait, is this thing still on? Damn it! Is it this button? No, of course not. I swear I'm gonna throw this thing in the water. Argh!
- Player Default: We've torn enough scrap wood and metal from the nearby houses to build an outpost on the water and really make a go of it here.
- Player Default: I just hope...oh, god no... Aw, it found me. No, NO!
- Player Default: The rest are dead. All dead. Luke got pinched right in half and I saw Rowan screaming while another one pulled him under. His eyes. Jesus, his eyes...
- Player Default: That's it. You don't like it, tough? This is how we get things done around here.
- Player Default: We build this thing big and tall enough, we'll be able to see pests coming from a good distance off. No one'll be able to catch us with our pants down.
- Player Default: Boss, Braun's off in his bunk whimpering about something. Says he saw something peering up at him from under the base boards
- Player Default: I went to get Braun and found some huge fish... man... THING eating what was left of him. He clawed me right across my guts before I could get a shot off.
- Player Default: Shit, Luke, how the hell do you turn this thing off? There's a million buttons on this stupid thing. Screw it, I'm just gonna unplug it
- Player Default: Big red button marked "Stop Recording"
- Player Default: Jeez, this place was impenetrable. We could see anyone coming for miles. Underwater goddamn fish monsters.
- Player Default: They came up from underneath us. Big huge freaking mirelurks. Tons of 'em. The dead fish and chum musta lured them to us. Ah, God, my leg...
- Player Default: And, no I will not be changing my mind again, so stop asking, Braun.
- Player Default: Braun, you've got brush removal again. Gotta clear our line of sights. And, yes, you may have to work at night, you big baby. I don't care what you hear.
- Player Default: This here is Bray Husky, leader of the Husky Family and rightful owner of the land previously known as Haddock Cove, and these here tapes are mine, as well.
- Player Default: Rowan, you're on building and repairs. Seems like some of the baseboards keep getting loose or torn up. I'm not sure what's getting at them, but fix it.
- Player Default: I pulled day guard duty again. We'll swap around at night, same as last month. Even you, Braun, so don't even start whining.
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