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[The face that appears on camera is thoroughly traumatized. A blonde woman in her early thirties is sobbing hysterically, wearing a bridal veil and cowering in the empty lobby of an office building while Velociraptors race past her screeching, sharp sickle-toes flexing menacingly as they barrel toward a nearby butcher shop.]
The fuck?! I didn't sign up for this, I did not leave Vegas for this! Somebody help me!
[There seems to be a lull in the commotion outside; she contacted the network during an action-packed moment, but she is being left alone at present. Trembling, she stands and makes her way shakily to the elevator, cradling her cell phone in her hands as she starts to take it to the highest floor.]
So... I guess it's out, huh? I'm one of you. Fan-fucking-tastic.
[She rips the veil out of her hair, looks at it, and bursts into a fresh bout of tears.]
The fuck?! I didn't sign up for this, I did not leave Vegas for this! Somebody help me!
[There seems to be a lull in the commotion outside; she contacted the network during an action-packed moment, but she is being left alone at present. Trembling, she stands and makes her way shakily to the elevator, cradling her cell phone in her hands as she starts to take it to the highest floor.]
So... I guess it's out, huh? I'm one of you. Fan-fucking-tastic.
[She rips the veil out of her hair, looks at it, and bursts into a fresh bout of tears.]