[Video] backdated to the 29th because I suck

[sonofacesius]

[A blonde fifteen year old appeared on the screen, with the clinic in the background. He had a sunny, relaxed laziness to his demeanor, like a cat content in a sunbeam.]

Most of you may not have met me yet, I'm Will Solace, I arrived a few weeks ago. I'm working over at the clinic. I'm a surgeon, although I sincerely hope none of you ever need my help.

[Will really hopes everyone keeps their limbs attached, and their organs on the inside. Already, this place seems a lot calmer than Camp. No one's gotten maimed or anything.]

I wanted to let everyone know that Dr. Lee Rosen passed away earlier. The clinic will still be open of course to anyone who needs help.

[Will keeps glancing around, almost like he expects trouble, habits die hard. Especially those habits ingrained to keep you alive. No monsters yet.]

To that end I'm trying to fulfill his requests. Who is Frisk?

[private to Lance Sweets]

How are you doing on food? And in general? Dr. Rosen... Lee

[Will stumbles, still trying to figure out what to call. Guess it might not matter anymore]

He wanted me to check on you. Make sure you were eating real food. How's your five basic food groups?

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[hasitsthorns]

Finally bit the dust.
Guess it was only a matter of time. Kind of impressed I lasted as long as I did without getting offed.

Show of hands, who else has died in this place?
Does it always suck a metric fuckton or is that just me?