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side: heaven
[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.
There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]
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TRANSGRESSOR
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[Frowns, pulls back--taps on the park instead, just to see]
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[Tries the hospital, and the game tower--presses in hard; does it feel brittle like glass? Warmer and solid like a touch screen?]
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TRANSGRESSOR
[ and if she leaves her finger on there long enough: ]
TRANSGRESSOR: FOLLOWER OF BELIAL
[ it doesn't feel like a touch screen, but neither does it feel like brittle glass; it feels like a solid wall. ]
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[Leaves her finger there a bit longer, in case anything else happens--tries another couple typical touch screen gestures as well, wall or no]
[If there are any dots walking around, she'll try to mouseover them, too]
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HUMAN SOUL
WARNING: DEMON CORRUPTION DETECTED
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[Is there a context menu from long presses or doubletaps, etc? Is the dorm also Belial zone?]
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WARNING: DEMON CORRUPTION DETECTED
!!PHYSICAL ALTERATIONS DETECTED!!
[ whereas most others don't say anything. so.... those must be worse, maybe? ]
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[But if there doesn't seem to be a place to say. Purify them, or destroy them, or send down plagues of frogs or something, she'll leave off, squinting up at the arrangement of the room before heading back for the exit]
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