Voice

[agent_africa]

All this disease.. has anything figured something out? What can we do about it?

There must be a way to stop all this, or we won't need that slenderman to pick us off.

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[thinkin_man]

We've barely found anything.

[agent_africa]

That isn't too encouraging.

[thinkin_man]

No, but I'm confident we'll find something if we keep looking.

[onetruevessel]

I haven't found anything. Not in those pamphlets we picked up, nothing in the library here.

How are you feeling? Feel even a little bit sick yet?

[agent_africa]

I'm feeling alright, but if that world was any indication, I don't know how long we'll all be healthy.

I just can't believe we were sent there to catch the disease and tossed back here with no way of dealing with it. The gods couldn't intend to wipe us out.. could they?

[onetruevessel]

Yeah, Jimmy's already sick, and. Not sick yet, but with everyone catching it, the chances of NOT catching it are slim.

Well...and I might be wrong, I don't know...but I heard that if you die here, you don't stay dead. Is that right? Because if so, I mean. What's the point? The gods are just playing with us?

[agent_africa]

That's right. I was murdered once and came back to life.

I don't know what the point is, Sam. I wish I knew.