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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]

[an extremely touching moment that is only ruined by the presence of an Elder God]

[she also sounds a bit wry, but amused]

Well. . . I certainly can't fight it now. So I suppose you don't have to worry about me provoking things any longer.