Mar 19, 2011 11:37
[The monotonous grey of the sky grinds on ones nerves. It's difficult to tell the passage of time, but watches and phones still count the passage, and it's most definitely Sunday morning.
The only light is the laboratory, shining out onto the void.
Most have survived the night, so what do you do now?]
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Time is running out.]
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...Che diavolo...?
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Well, this should be interesting. Is everyone okay?
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[Equip: Nailbat.]
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There's a door to what seems to be a reception area, and an elevator.
What do you do?]
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I guess. It depends on if that elevator goes to every floor.
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Who cares. Let's just get this over with.
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[> Following his talking cat with his astral blade nailbat.]
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There are papers strewn about, a fallen filing cabinet, a phone dangling from the hook, and a still somehow neatly-organized desk. What do you look at?]
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...Why is that cat talking, anyway?
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