Talk:Mumble 6

I'll take a crack at transcribing this one. BubblegumPinkButler 03:41, 29 March 2010 (UTC)

• I'm firing my transcribing lasers! Ronichu 08:41, 8 April 2010 (UTC)
  • Day 1. No sign of land yet. The plan is to do a bit every other night or so until my fragile sanity gives out or I finish. The only thing keeping me going is the soft, soothing voice of the french-speaking female troll who I've named Chantelle because it's a sexy name and this chat needs sexy names. Time mark: 00:12:01 of 1:36:19. Time spent transcribing: Approximately four hours. Holy fucking shit this thing is an hour and a half long, LOOK AT THAT LENGTH GODDAMN. Heart level: 60% Ronichu 16:04, 8 April 2010 (UTC)

• • Day 2. No sign of land yet. Boring talk about video games I haven't played, making it difficult to transcribe. Sometimes I think I see things- shadowy, incorporeal things out of the corner of my eye, like the dark wisps of sanity physically leaving my body. Chantelle, my darling and love, is almost entirely absent from this particular chat- her presence lingers on in my thoughts, however, as I press onwards towards my goal. The work comes faster now; I believe my body is physically adjusting to the effort while that pleading voice echoing in my mind begging me to turn back seems to be getting quieter and quieter. Time mark: 00:27:17 of 01:36:19. Time spent transcribing: Approximately four hours. Do iPhones dream of electric sheep? Heart level: 42%. Ronichu 11:02, 9 April 2010 (UTC)

• • Day 5. No sign of land yet. Minor corrections are the order of the day today; fixing minor things I felt sure that I'd corrected. Perhaps my admittedly tenuous grip on my sanity is far worse than I had thought? In any event, at least I didn't have to listen to the nails-on-chalkboard that is Chris' voice. It's honestly worse than the word naive, or the name Ian Brandon Anderson. Am I Chris, or am I just transcribing his voice? To tell the truth I can hardly remember anymore. At least my heart level is up. Time mark: 00:27:17 of 01:36:19. Time spent transcribing: Approximately 10 minutes. If Chris died tomorrow, would you be sad or happy? Heart level: 57%.Ronichu 11:11, 12 April 2010 (UTC)

• • Day 6. No sign of land yet. Floating, disembodied male members float in and out of my mind's eye. I feel as though I'm drowning in inane babble; I zoned out for what seemed like a few seconds, only to find that I'd transcribed a large body of audio that I honestly don't remember hearing. My gal-pal reports that I mumble (heh- get it?) fragments of the chat in my sleep. Sleep. I feel like I barely sleep anymore- only the transcription matters. Work called, something about not showing up for five days or so. Not that it matters. The nattering of those JERKS doesn't bother me any more. The transcript is all that matters. Time mark: 00:32:54 of 01:36:19. Time spent transcribing: Approximately 190 minutes. Is it Cogsdev or Cocksdev? Heh. Cock is a funny word. Heart level: 39%.Ronichu 12:03, 14 April 2010 (UTC)

• • Day 7. No sign of land yet. Kicked out of #sonichu for general faggotry, probably bought on by transcription-related hallucinations. Spent some time fixing up errors; how many trolls are in the chat anyway? Six? Two? Maybe just myself. The words just flow together, forming one large stream-of-consciousness that just washes over me like a wave. Is cake an element? Ck, atomic weight 15.201. I feel like I am not only growing to know and identify the various trolls in the transcript, but also feel in some way I AM them; they and I are the same being, simply existing out of time with each other, all souls bound together in some kind of asynchronous feedback loop that threatens to envelop the space-time continuum and rend it asunder. Chantalle, that HARLOT, has been PURGED from the chat; I AM STRAIGHT DAMNIT! Time mark: 00:32:54 of 01:36:19. Time spent transcribing: Approximately 30 minutes. This transcript is something to believe in... something to believe in. Heart level: 32%. Ronichu 09:06, 15 April 2010 (UTC)

• You sound like me When I was deeply entrenched in Mumble 1. I don't know How I finished that beast, and I don't think I'm meant to remember. All I can recall is that at 20:00, I suddenly stopped giving a fuck about making sure all of Chris's stupid sputtering was perfectly preserved.--Beat 14:22, 12 April 2010 (UTC)
  • Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Cocks? Ronichu 12:03, 14 April 2010 (UTC)