[Well this is an interesting way to meet someone like Asch. John, still more or less a hermit and currently sprawled on his bed in his community housing room looking through his journal, tilts his head at the feed for a long time before he shrugs.]
...Uh, there was this one time I think I sort of destroyed the planet on accident, I could tell you about it.
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...Uh, there was this one time I think I sort of destroyed the planet on accident, I could tell you about it.