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[sixthsinner]

That wasn't the best night I've ever had. I know people have made up plenty of stories about the end of the world, but I never expected to actually see it.

It had a happy ending, but I'm not so sure that part of non-fiction.

Shit, spiky. Was that really you?[ooc: A minute or so after writing this, Chapel thought better of it and scribbled over

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same thing with the scribbles

[gundrifter]

Did you have my

[sixthsinner]

I guess it'd be hypocritical for me to warn you that scratching out your words doesn't do much good if someone's looking at the page while they're being written.

[gundrifter]

Yeah. I guess that doesn't really work all the time.

What was it like?

[sixthsinner]

Hot. Dry. Full of the dead.

And there were voices.

[grinninggrifter]

Don't believe in the end of the world, Preacher Man?

[sixthsinner]

Nothing ends, Grift. People just die and the world goes on without them.

[grinninggrifter]

The end of the world for the dead, certainly. Still, can you say in all honesty that you have never speculated as to, oh, what would happen if every one of us died? It was looking like a pretty close shave, there. And

['And' was quickly struck through--he was GOING to write that they didn't know if anything existed out of the Sphere, but decided that would probably get him treeshanked.]

[sixthsinner]

I figure the giant squirrels would eat pretty well!

[He saw, but chose not to comment.]