The morning of the ScryNet special arrived, not with a bang, but with a series of very quiet, very stressed-out whispers. Dungeon-Dive Dave and his crew—two seasoned gnomish camera-orb operators, Wizzlepop and Barloc, and a grim-faced dwarven sound-mage—had entered the dungeon. And they were, as per my first condition, being absolutely silent.
"Alright team, quiet on the set," Dave whispered, his voice a gravelly murmur that was a pale imitation of his usual booming authority. "Wizzlepop, give me a slow, dramatic pan across that cushion pile. Barloc, you're on 'sleeping Dust Bunny' close-ups.
And Grumblin," he said to his dwarven sound-mage, "I want you to capture the rich, ambient... silence." He paused, a look of profound, professional despair on his face. "Just... try to make it sound exciting."
