OceanSoul:
Arthur Melone wondered why he had decided come here. He had always wanted a little adventure in his life, but to cancel an interview to hang around this old dam? That wasn't like him at all. To make it worse, he had the most peculiar feeling... like he had been here before. He turned and looked down the length of the dam. With a chill, he recognized the concrete, windowless building jutting out of the walkway. Feeling sick, he hung his head over the railing.
From here, you have the most interesting view: The water rushes down the wall like a man-made waterfall, and the subsequent river rapidly snakes away, returning once more to the Rural Frontier. Squinting through the mist, you can see that - close to the wall - a concrete box sits beside the river, similar in size and shape to the one off to your left. To your right, you can see the city, but few cars come by here.
Welcome to Suburbia, District 6, St. Nepenthe's Hydroelectric Dam.
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Kilojoule Proton:
The masked stranger tried his best to act unconcerned as the foreigner looked over the quarry. He threw a nervous glance down the tunnel behind him. It had been difficult enough to get the thing down here, how would he get it out? He shifted uncomfortably on the tracks. No matter - once the deal was through, it would be her problem. But why was she taking so long?
Another quick glance backwards. Honestly, you don't have the foggiest idea of where you are. "So you say he's the real deal?" the foreigner doubtfully interrupts. "He doesn't look like much of a physicist to me. Half price."
Welcome to ? ? ?
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GigaGiant:
[6] He looks doubtful of your bluff, but you can hear his breath quicken. With a forced smile, he chirps up, "My family's doing well. My... my son, actually, is goi-" A sharp rap at the door cuts him off. He swallows a grimace. "Let me check on Charlie," he says as he runs down the hall, "I think he needs my help!" He's out of sight before you can stop him. The moment of indecision is punctuated by another knock at the door, louder and more insistent. The doorbell rings a couple of times, too, for the good measure.
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Shadowclaw777:
The spots start to fade, and the ringing in your ears becomes bearable again. A gunshot brings your hazy mind to attention, and when you see the figure move in front of the door, you open fire. [7] A shout of pain and surprise. [7] [8] [5] As the bulletholes rip the door open, you think you see the body go still. [3] Before you can even breath a sigh of relief, the second officer comes into the doorway and empties his clip into your chest. The world goes dark. Painfully dark.
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When the darkness and the pain disappears, you find flying through the air. Stunned by the view, you watch the crisscrossing roads and matchbox buildings shrink with each passing moment. Then, as if bound by ball and chain, you are sharply pulled back. With a graceless tug, you are thrown to the earth. The buildings are getting bigger, the roads are getting closer. Down there - among those buildings and roads - lies your new life: The sound of trumpets and muffled screams; A tense excitement in the foul air; The wail of an organ and a whispered prayer. You sense out the vague contours of your new existence. To which will you commit?
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wertyzerty:
Once your fingers stop twitching, you reach up and haul yourself to the broken window. Time to make them pay. [4] Before you can bring the rifle through the windowsill, the nervous policeman inside levels his pistol and shoots you in the head.
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The world drops away below you as you rise to meet the sky. You feel weightless... Then your attention is caught by something in the distance, a large building in the wastes. It looks like some sort of tower. Before you can get a better look, you feel yourself wrenched towards the ground. You are falling, but where to? A strained vigil, a tedious task, or a meaningless decision. These are the lives that lay open before you - but what kind of choices are those? Perhaps it would be better to let fate decide, as you focus on the tower, instead.
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King Zultan:
Jeb hadn't been feeling that good lately. His stomach hurt, and it was getting hard to sleep again. It wasn't the pipes this time - he'd gotten used to that. Maybe he hadn't gotten enough to eat, lately. Maybe he needed to go see Doc again. Either way, here he was, half awake and half asleep, staring at the pipes on that covered the room through the semi-darkness that covered the room, too. Pallas... why was he thinking of Pallas?
Blinking away the weariness, your first invitation into your new life is the Pallas logo stamped into a nearby pipe, as well as every other pipe in this room. That old factory makes everything, doesn't it? You shrug off the thin blanket and take a better look at your surroundings. There isn't much to see here, except for a dim light in the far corner. It's coming from a trapdoor in the ceiling, and a single flimsly ladder leads the way up. As you rise to your feet, you hear a shuffle in the darkness to your left. "Quiet down there, Jebby. I'm tryana sleep. Doughn maykeh m' killyerrrrrr..." The voice dies away, and only the sound of water and pipes remains.
Welcome to Suburbia, District 6, St. Nepenthe's Hydroelectric Dam.
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