File #001 → video file → access level: all → but it never hurts like the last time

[intransigeant]

[There appears to be a tall man in a black cloak lying face-down in the middle of the road, limbs at odd and uncomfortable angles. A small, narrow piece of wood is lying on the ground near the communicator. For a moment, the man does not move. Eventually, he stirs slowly, raising his head. His face is deeply lacerated and bruised; he rubs his eyes

Comments

voice;

[ideating]

You are in a city known as Nuadoria. There is no escape to be found just yet, unfortunately.

voice;

[intransigeant]

Do you really expect that there is one?

voice;

[ideating]

There is a possibility that one may exist.

Re: voice;

[intransigeant]

Have you any evidence of such?

Voice;

[sandstormed]

Despite what people will tell you, the basics are simple; you've been taken here, kidnapped even, and not many people are willing to find a way out. It is like an earthy prison and one with a surprise around each corner.

Voice;

[intransigeant]

[Sounding just a little affronted.] Taken here? By whom? What purpose do they have in doing such a thing?