[The symptoms had been slight at first, with only a minor sense of disorientation and dizziness coming from it the first day. Things looked like they were moving...oddly. He'd lift his arm, yet there'd be maybe less than a second of a delay before he actually saw it move. He ignored it pretty well, and did so over the following days as it slowly got worse.
On this, however, the fifth day...whatever this was, it was getting to him. Everything surrounding him was moving so slowly now that it was blurred, sounds were muffled and distorted, he couldn't focus he just...he couldn't put up with this any longer. He attempts to access the network through text, but his surroundings, even his own body, are moving a lot slower in his eyes than they really are and he finds it difficult to properly type under these conditions.]
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ths nrigh
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[Frustrated as hell, he brings his whole hand down on the general area the button to turn the Video function on is and onscreen, a very angry looking Hazama pops up. His tone is a lot more aggressive, lacking his usual hesitant politeness.]
What the hell do you bastards think you're doing!?
On this, however, the fifth day...whatever this was, it was getting to him. Everything surrounding him was moving so slowly now that it was blurred, sounds were muffled and distorted, he couldn't focus he just...he couldn't put up with this any longer. He attempts to access the network through text, but his surroundings, even his own body, are moving a lot slower in his eyes than they really are and he finds it difficult to properly type under these conditions.]
wt thel'\l hll;s gngo n
ths nrigh
h
[Frustrated as hell, he brings his whole hand down on the general area the button to turn the Video function on is and onscreen, a very angry looking Hazama pops up. His tone is a lot more aggressive, lacking his usual hesitant politeness.]
What the hell do you bastards think you're doing!?
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