// A video simply titled 'MMS-P-1' surfaced on Nextube, uploaded by an account created a mere minute or so the video was uploaded, named 'MMS'. It consisted of the following: // The video opened with a low-quality shot of an office, compression and artifacting rife throughout the video. Despite the nice nature of the room it was set in, the office itself was rather bare, with a single, cheap-looking wooden desk sitting at the center of the room, with little more than a monitor and keyboard on it. A couple cardboard boxes sat at the corner of the frame, only really discernible as cardboard boxes due to the distinct color that cardboard boxes always have. The entire wall that the camera was adjacent to was glass, showing off a Havenite night sky. In the center of the frame was a blue Deadbeat, slumped over in his chair, cellphone held up against his ear. Long, disheveled silver hair sticking to his head. If anyone watching was interested in Havenite politics, they'd recognize him as High Guardian Meathead. It appears that the video opened in the middle of an intense argument on the phone, starting off with the blue man slamming his fists on the desk, apparently enraged at something, first word cut off by the abrupt start time of the video. "-ING DOING! LOOK AT THE PEOPLE YOU FUCKING LOUNGE AROUND IN YOUR MANSION WITH! YOU'RE PRETENDING TO NOT FUCKING HEAR ME TO DO WHAT? TO KEEP WHAT GOING?" There was a pause in his ranting, the man's eyes widening as he reached into his desk and chucked a shot glass across the room, the object shattering against the wall besides the camera seconds after. He continued screaming shortly after, pointing at some invisible thing across the room as if the man he was arguing with was right there in front of him. "EXACTLY! YOU'RE LYING TO ME TO KEEP SOME BITCH YOU MET A MONTH AGO SAFE! ME! WE WERE FUCKING FRIENDS, DUDE!" A short silence followed as he listened to whatever it was his conversational partner was saying. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS! I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU BETTER." A longer silence followed. Meat listened for a couple more seconds, eyes bugging out of his head. His jaw hung open, the retard mouth breathing into the phone for a solid thirty seconds. He proceeded to drop the phone from his shoulder, arms shooting out of their mostly idle positions as percussion instruments and chucking his desk halfway across the room. As he began to ruin any chance this room ever had of looking nice again, he happened to step on the phone, the small device crunching under his feet. The monitor came crashing down from the air a couple moments after as he continued chucking the few paintings he had in the room his walls, smashing his desk in half in an animalistic rage, and an assortment of more crimes against furniture, screeching all the while. Once the room was thoroughly and completely destroyed, Meat slumped back into his office chair, huffing tiredly, staring down at the barely functioning monitor. He did this for minutes on end, and as the video began to reach it's conclusion, a droning synth note clearly layered on in post began to play in the background. A few choice words began to flash on screen in a pale yellowish font as the note continued blaring. 'MEATHEAD MORNING SHOW' 'SEASON 1(OFFICIALLY)' 'SOON' And then it just ended. // Comments are open. // // edit: fuck pretend the p in promo is capitalized //
