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First thing the camera is greeted with is a WWI-era gas mask. The only thing discernible is the choppy golden hair sticking out. Then America lifts it up to reveal his face, looking even more panicked than in his last post. If the ghost of the Rail Tracer hasn't already cracked him, what's going on now certainly will.
More importantly are the tally marks that have encroached on his face, hands, and arms. In the background there are scrawled writings in the background, so sloppily written you'd think he wasn't even looking at the basement wall when he wrote it: DON'T LOOK AWAY WHEN YOU SEE ONE MAKE A MARK, THERE ARE THINGS IN THE ROOM WITH YOU YOU'RE GOING TO FORGET BUT THEY'RE THERE, WELCOME TO AMERICA SAY THIS WHEN YOU SHOOT THEM, and other things along those lines. ]
What'd I tell ya'll about the fog
what did I say? And I was right! Sorta, well, it's bad, doesn't make ya automatically nuts but it brought bad things. Can't have this mask off for long but there's something out there, and none of you know it.
I don't even really know it. I dunno remember what they are or what they look like.
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cough cough wheeze. ] Stupid air. At first I thought I just went crazy, but stuff keeps appearing, like I'm still doing stuff but not knowing it, so I'm just gonna guess this writing on the wall is right and there is
really something in here with me. In fact, I'm sure of it! Smells like a gun went off down here so I think I shot some of them, or shot at the ghost of the Rail Tracer because there's goddamn
ghosts, but I dunno how many more of the things are--
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It seems like there's been a skip in the feed. That's all it could have been, right? Unless for some reason, something happened, and you just don't remember it. Now America is sporting a new mark on his arm, his mask his on, and he's breathing hard. Something else on the wall: THEY'RE SILENT. America himself pauses for a moment, then takes the mask off again. He looks a little confused. Anyone watching probably is too. ]
...I was recording something? Wait, where was I? Oh, yeah, fog. I don't have any other gas masks but I gotta get outta here, gotta check on stuff. And I keep running outta bullets and I'm not sure...
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He turns, reads the writing. ] ...why. Oh. Awesome, I'm fighting something I don't even remember. I can do this. Yeah. Okay, guys, watch yourselves, I'm gonna head out and try to help--
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Another skip IN YO MEMORYYYY, but this time the video has ended. ]
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