I was so looking forward to SOEmote. I had such plans! Such dreams! The rousing speeches I would make to my guild, holding them enraptured as they hung on my every word, mesmerised by the subtle yet intensely meaningful wrinkling of my aquiline ratongan snout, inclined majestically against the lowering Freeport sky. The videos I would record and send out into the world, expounding ratongan philosophy and wisdom in my noble, if slightly squeaky tones.
For SOEmote I bought a webcam. A webcam with a built-in microphone, no less. With much swearing the webcam was made to work. With much more swearing the microphone, too. With swearing of truly heroic proportions both were made to work with SOEmote.