[As the feed comes on, there seems to be a bit of unnecessary static filtering through the entire video.  The room shown is dark, and the floor and walls seem to move with a sort of erratic life, their surfaces now a shiny, deep purple color.  The appliances and furniture here have all been devoured by the stuff, and the washer and dryer against the wall have been converted into a sort of throne shaped seat, accented with green, bony spikes that literally grow and bend from its sides.  A woman sits there, her nearly naked body covered only with bony armor that is literally a part of her body.  Two large wings extend from her back, though they too are skeletal, the tip of each appendage tips with a long blade.  Her eyes glow a burning orange color as she grins at the screen, and her hair is a mass of writing tentacles.]

"Do you hear it?"  Her mouth moves to form the words, though anyone who watches can swear they hear it vibrating in their heads instead of simply from the journal.  "This house is not what it seems.  It speaks.  It lives as we do, and it evolves at a rate that may surpass even myself."

[Her lips peel back in a dark smile, her clawed fingertips rapping lightly against the arm of her makeshift throne.] 

"A worthy adversary, this place might be.  Though, if it has brought me here, then it desires your punishment."  [Her smile vanishes, replaced only by a cold stare.]  "My own matters are far more important.  If it will not send me home, then this place will burn with my fury."

<ooc note: Seeing as Kerrigan does not have a journal because she does not have a room, she is currently hijacking the network with her mind.  yes, omg psychic powers.  Thus, the static.  Anyone with any tech abilities will likely be able to deduce this.>