Perscrībere 022: urgh... wind.

[defying_gods]

I've started to notice how the artificial surroundings is throwing off my senses... The air feels congested considering it's just recycled by some weird... what did that woman call it again

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[shieldofchaos]

You don't find it invigorating?

[defying_gods]

Would I be complaining if I did? You're so damned slow sometimes.

[shieldofchaos]

Ah, what a pity... Perhaps you simply haven't been exposed to the scent much. That will change soon enough, I'm sure.

[defying_gods]

Keep me out of your sick wet dreams, demon.