Tag: ACS hidden audio

Shaun: Hello! Hi. Shaun Hastings here. Ah, just popping in for a moment to remind you that you have got a rare opportunity here to really live the past, you know? The sights, the sounds, the smells, the, uh–the tastes….

And you know on the subject of taste, I can’t help noticing but you have wandered into a pub. Oh pubs… eh? Did you know that Victorian London was home to almost four thousand pubs? Well, it was and most of those pubs brewed their own beer.

Actually, um, I just had a little thought. If you were to say… I don’t know, sample your ancestors’ memories of some lovely beverages and Rebecca can always–you know–process those DNA strings and make them available to other users. Purely, you know, for archival purposes, of course.

Rebecca: What he’s saying is he wants you to drink old booze and email the taste sensation to him… and somehow he’s roped me into helping him do it.

Shaun: This is a legitimate historical inquiry.

Rebecca: Hey, if you wanna digital baby birding from the recruit, I’m not gonna stop you. In fact, I’d rather not get anywhere near that.

Shaun: Yeah… yeah, alright. Yeah, yeah, lovely. Ignore her. Drink beer… for history! 

Dear Mr. Frye,

Perhaps you have not heard of me for our mutual friend prefers to bury my existence under a pile of Blighter corpses. 

My name is Maxwell Roth, and I have acted as somewhat of a father to the ones in red. I write to you because the Blighters’ decline has caused a quite of stir in the underworld. Quite a stir indeed. 

But let us get right to the point–enclosed, please find an invitation to dine with me this evening at the Alhambra Music Hall. 

I would be honored to have such an esteemed guest.

Yours,

Maxwell Roth