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[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a run-down one-room shack
You're wearing raggedy/a regular/fancy versions of your uniform/servant uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME%, in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh. Don't you remember something about that, actually?
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
You're wearing raggedy/a regular/fancy versions of your uniform/servant uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME%, in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.
...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh. Don't you remember something about that, actually?
Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]
Sekhmet
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straight into the trash bin. And along with you falls a shimmering orb which explodes into a beautiful cloud of glitter after making contact with one of the other bits of rubbish. It doesn’t seem that bad at first - maybe a little itchy, but it’s not the worst that could’ve happened. But then you can hear - something? It’s faint, but it sounds like:
!! DING DING DING !!
!! DING DING DING !!
Everything grows hazy, like you’ve suddenly just...become unstuck from existence and trapped in some sort of shadow realm...
...And then the changes begin. You can feel them, like something crawling beneath your flesh. Like something yearning to be free -- don’t you want to? Don’t you want to unfurl your wings, to fly? You do, right?! It’s painful, though...the insectile wings, the antennae atop your head, the chitinous plates all emerge from your skin, ripping straight through flesh. Whispers, frenzied and darting to and fro like you want to be, dance through your mind constantly, with no pause. You’re too heavy to really fly though, even with your new wings - how sad! But you still feel more free. You should celebrate with your friends when you get back! Wouldn’t playing some sort of prank on them be nice? It’d be funny to see someone get hurt, right? Right?!?!
At least once you’re back with the rest of your unit, you’re all sewn back together again - the pain doesn’t stop but at least your skin seals back up a bit. That’s nice, isn’t it? Another chance to be worth something! And you’re so much prettier now, too! Even if you can’t stop hearing those whispers or...uh, giggling. ]
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