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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 1:20:34 GMT -8
I will the door to take me to William Bedford. May God give me strength.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 1:44:05 GMT -8
((Maybe we pause here for the night. See you tomorrow! ))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 1:50:28 GMT -8
((Goodnight!))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 19:23:31 GMT -8
(( I'm starting to run out of good ideas for Gerald. I wondered if you could do a bit of creative writing with him about how he's feeling about this all and what he's thinking about. When he opens this door, he gets a vision of the place he'd most like to be. It's not where he really is, but it looks the same. Could you set that up?))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 19:55:16 GMT -8
((Would it be okay if I PM you some ideas I had?))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 20:23:38 GMT -8
((Sure!))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 22:44:49 GMT -8
I softly say a prayer as my mother taught me. Mother's words of wisdom and God's grace guide me no matter what the situation looks like. I've seen danger and tough times. I know in my soul He is there.Gerald - "Lord, I thank you for your guidance all through my days of sin and past mistakes. Please protect these lost souls with your grace as you did for me. Save them from the darkness that shelters them from your light."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 22:58:01 GMT -8
On stepping out the door, the world around you goes black.
Only a spotlight remains on you, of dim grey light. You can
see your own body, and a bit of the rough concrete beneath
your feet, but little else. Nothing seems to be casting the light,
perhaps it really is glowing from within you, but it is very,
very weak.
Footsteps move somewhere in the darkness.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 23:06:42 GMT -8
Did those monsters give me this light so I could see something? My flashlight was lost, after all. Or were they mocking me? I walk carefully towards the footsteps, prepared for another trap.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 23:09:54 GMT -8
??- "Gerald. You got some nerve showing up here." A man's voice. Maddeningly familiar.
((Roll 2d10+reason to see if you can place it.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 17, 2018 23:14:59 GMT -8
JBAeXBhA ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 23:16:17 GMT -8
Damn, who is that? They know who you are, obviously.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 18, 2018 16:07:28 GMT -8
Gerald - "What are you talking about?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 18, 2018 23:15:13 GMT -8
??- "See, don't even recognize his friends anymore. Too good for us now, huh?"
It's Martin. Of course... You had heard he was released, but the two of you
hadn't spoken since the trial.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 19, 2018 0:55:18 GMT -8
What was Marty doing here? It didn't make any sense. Gerald - "How are you down here? You're not a cultist now, are you?"
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