Well, this is one heaping pile of horseshit. Waking up in the woods, lost and alone and with no memory of how he got here? Sounds a bit too eerily familiar, and that really blows. Fortunately, he's got a decent survival instinct for this sort of thing. Call it the benefit of years of experience.

He's trying his best to keep quiet, but that's tough when every step sends twigs and leaves crackling underfoot. Goddamnit.

Whatever. He'll deal. He hones in on the first human-shaped silhouette he sees and stumps over.

"Just gimme directions to the nearest highway," he grunts without preamble.

Alex isn't what one would call a hard drinker, but hey - he's a college kid. Ex-college kid, but still. Figuring out he's been trapped in freaking Wonderhell isn't doing a lot for his nerves and he's sick of roaming the hallways aimlessly, so he's hunkered down at the bar for the express purpose of hemorrhaging his liver with copious amounts of alcohol. Shut up, it's a valid coping mechanism. He just needs to get this disorientation outta his system. Smooth things over.

So far, it's not highly successful, but he's distracted. This drink could taste like battery acid and Alex wouldn't give a damn, as long as it worked. He's not exactly radiating profound friendliness, but he might be buzzed enough or just plain drunk enough to nudge the closest passerby and hold out his empty bottle without registering whether or not they actually work here.

"Put it on my tab," he deadpans.

Whoops.

[The video clicks on. Public feed, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill. But hang on, the video seems a mite choppy.] - nyone tell m - [and everything gets swallowed in a blare of static.] -llo? he - [Nope. Still static.

The video switches off. Fine. Text it is.]

ok so has anyone else been having problems with these video things