The smell of smoke hit Elias’s nostrils. Not from the screen, but from the vents in his floor. He looked down at his keyboard. The plastic keys were softening, melting into a black sludge.
The lead actor leaned toward the lens, his skin bubbling in real-time as if exposed to a blowtorch. "It's not a rip, Elias," the actor said, his voice a low-bitrate growl. "It's an invitation." Station.19.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10
The "characters" were sitting in a circle of folding chairs. They weren't wearing costumes; they were wearing scorched turnouts, their faces smeared with real soot and something that looked like grey ash. "Take two," a voice whispered from behind the camera. The smell of smoke hit Elias’s nostrils