[A crackle of static. A red-haired man perched gingerly upon something white and crooked peers down upon the screen with a distinctly unamused expression painted across his face.
He frowns.]Decrepit buildings strewn every which way. A stench of irksome misery hanging about the very air
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It so seems that becoming 'accustomed' to this situation could only be described as a necessity.
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Though I guess it's appearance doesn't give it much credit...
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'I depart.'
An appropriate name for a place of its ilk and its situation both.
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... A world amongst worlds finally befitting of your irritating presence, and yet I find myself sharing in it.
What a wretched world.
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Although, it would seem that the pieces of this puzzle aren't fitting together quite how one would expect.
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Such idiocy.
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Eh? Who are you?
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...but you didn't answer my question.
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