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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

saturday (10) survivors Something is different. You can feel it in the air: an ominous presence that weighs down the ship like it's underwater. Try as you might, you can't escape the feeling that you're being watched, the sensation of someone just out of view tailing you. Tensions are high, and paranoia grows with it. You feel it more than see it, and that's what warps your perception of the ship. Is it darker? Are the lights dimming? Who is it that calls out to you? Why is it so cold? Who can you trust? The distinct sensation of not knowing who your back is to wraps around you. There is one thing you can trust in, however; though you feel exposed, you are not alone. Mother is here for you. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[qundercover]

[LOOT CHEST with exposition letter inside. This truly is an accurate to real life dream that is exactly how things in real life happen. Bull is comforted that even in the depths of a terrible blood magic illusion that has Dorian writing some truly classic evil dude letters, there will always be a chest with some good shit inside of it once you reach an important plot point in the story. Bull will pass the letter around if anyone else wants to read it and weep.]

So, like I said. The most ominous part of the landscape seems to be where we're headed. Least we're well armed now.

[bloodbiter]

[she reads over the letter with a frown as bull passes it to her.]

Adam, you should take a sword just in case.

[antietam]

[ Adam reads over Adelina's shoulder, honestly pretty impressed with this evil dude letter. Even evil Dorian probably would have been his mentor.

He gives Adelina a wry smile and reaches into the chest to show that he phases right through the swords. ] I'm pretty sure nothing can touch me and vice versa. I can be the lookout. Let's go.