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The Traveller is speaking, but his voice is barely audible over the pops and whistles of the raging wind drumming the microphone.
"Aah sh- ow- oh, this was a mistake- [inaudible]- oh, um, journal! Welcome to Flicker's Terrible Decision Making! Joining you from the inside of a tornado! This planet is [inaudible], uh, and OH THAT'S A BIG ROCK- and when it showed up as Least Hospitable- OW- it- [inaudible] professional obligation to check it out-" The voice was replaced for a moment by a jetpack boost and several thunks. "...ow...oh, and of course, when I saw [inaudible] wind event, it was...uh...a professional obligation to walk into it. Yeah, may have been a bad idea."
The noise of a jetpack can be vaguely recognised over the cacophony. "Gotta- [inaudible]- out of here- too much spinning--"
There is a loud clunk, followed by a skidding noise, and the wind interference dies down.
"Ooh. Ouch. That's gonna hurt for a while. I should NOT have done that..." Footsteps stutter, then stop as Flicker presumably sits down. "Ough, I feel sick..." There is a pause, then a distinctly unpleasant noise.
"...oops..." He inhales deeply. "...wow. I am REALLY bad at this. But you know what?" There is a slight smile in his voice. "No regrets. Flicker- oh no, it's all over the- kzzt-"
The transmission ends abruptly.