FORESIGHT=DEAD END

[idolpro]

[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in prison.

You're wearing raggedy versions of your team uniform 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.

But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you? Well, some of you just died of alcohol poisoning, actually.

...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.

Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]

Comments

[liarliarliar]

Yeah but I need to give you a pat for my own purposes as well.

[inspiteful]

B calming purposes?

[liarliarliar]

Perhaps! Ah.... looks like this will be it for writing. Have any ideas for Thorn?

[inspiteful]

"This model may be prickly but if you make your way past the danger what lies beneath is more than worth the scratches you may get along the way. If you like them smart and sly this is your guy."

[liarliarliar]

Oohhh!

[claps]

[inspiteful]

I'm trying to see if I can work in something with the Maidens, but I don't know if that counts as being identifying' when maybe only five people will get what I'm referring to.

[liarliarliar]

It might lose impact that way....

Ah, run it by Thorn to see if it works?

[inspiteful]

I will, thanks.

[liarliarliar]

All out of words now! Whew!