"That psycho really managed to release that shit into the air. Here I thought maybe the military could have done something. Wasted faith in them yet again." Stitch scowls, kicking his ash tray across the escape pod sending ash and butts flying in his frustration.
"Here I thought they might have beaten the odds this time. What a waste, don't even think i can say I'm disappointed my instincts had been giving me that familiar itch for too long I should have seen it coming." He says slamming his arm against the wall letting out a long sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose with the other hand.
"But here we are, what's that old saying when there's lemons, make lemonade? This world is becoming more savage than the last by the looks of the data. It's like the planet is tearing itself apart and reforming." Stitch presses two fingers to his temple observing the changes in the planet he's recorded and just how vicious the chemical is.
