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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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...Someone heard our message after all.
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Yes. Your message was received.
[ . . . ]
It's good to see you again.
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Glad you're in one piece, too. Wasn't sure if you'd make it.
...Uh, anyways. Lemme know when we can get this party started.
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Why would there be oil?
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Could go bring you some if you gotta get moisturized or something.
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Maybe . . . they were planning on that?
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[how in the world had they not blown themselves up???]
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[ actually wait. ]