[now that the game has stopped, Osomatsu realizes that he is... insanely sick. he takes several steps back when the machine starts to make that noise, falling on his butt. he wants to loose the contents of his stomach, and he might. eventually. but not here.
he stops, panting, staring at the jumble of text. he... he knows that's binary, but he has no way of knowing what it says]
N-Not even a scoreboard? You bastards...
[he will come back to this... later... right now, he's trying to move, wobbling towards the door, groping at the walls and trying to stand up again]
cw: intense motion sickness
he stops, panting, staring at the jumble of text. he... he knows that's binary, but he has no way of knowing what it says]
N-Not even a scoreboard? You bastards...
[he will come back to this... later... right now, he's trying to move, wobbling towards the door, groping at the walls and trying to stand up again]