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[aunter]

G R E E N > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by. Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep. Then the words appear:

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[plasmastorm]

[another sigh]

And I can't even in good conscience ask you to be optimistic.

[unnames]

[expiring and dying

groans.

probs best to leave him alone for awhile.]

[plasmastorm]

[well, she's going to have to]

[BECAUSE. . .]