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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[wasaredherring]

[You find yourself an a strange, slightly-overcast city, not unlike Frankfurt in the 70's. Cheerful, bustling, at a market near late afternoon, not quite yet getting into the evening, and with a distinctive fall chill. Off in the distance is a looming gray wall, the occasional bird far off in the distance flying over the structure. A little checkpoint is far in the distance.

But who cares about that, right now there's a lovely market going on

((ooc: fair warning that Zhores' mind is a rather unfriendly place. Warnings for death, trauma, violence, being batshit, and possibly possession. Feel free to talk to me in Irc as Shaun, or in gchat as basilmemories.))]

[wasaredherring]

...

Dead, gone, murdered and left to rot.

[x_autnihil]

What was that?

[wasaredherring]

All of us, piled, with shattered bones and eyes. You too are among them.

[x_autnihil]

I don't believe you.

[wasaredherring]

I know, It does not matter.

[x_autnihil]

Who are you?

[wasaredherring]

There are no names to be had, but if you need one, zalozhnye is just that.

[x_autnihil]

*Still walking!* And where are we?