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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]

[. . .]

[I MEAN SHE ALREADY KIND OF LIKED HIM, BUT LIKE. NOW SHE REALLY LIKES HIM]

Easy there, tiger. I approve of you standing up to our evil overlord, though.

[unnames]

[He feels so much misery as his shoulders slump, head falling forward.]

Haaaaah...

This whole thing reeks of bullshit.

[plasmastorm]

[. . . pats his shoulder]

You said it so much more succinctly than anyone else ever could.