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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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[And he just kind of.

Mutters something.

mutter mutter mutter]

...thanks....

[DOIN' GOOD.]

[plasmastorm]

[DOIN' REAL GOOD]

Thanks for appreciating my efforts.

[. . .]

[anyway she's just gonna. leave her hand there. yeah]