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“Ah? It’s been a hot minute. I’ve been waiting for so long, haven’t I?”
Dancing whales cast dark shadows across the landscape. A bright flickering light is blocked out by the large mammalia and stains the dancing water with shadow. The air is white, and the ground is yellow, and there is no other color. The smell is sterile.
Hot breath is running down a plastic mask, and expectantly waits for you to acknowledge it. You turn to your right and a slouched figure stares back at you from behind a colorless mask. He’s buried in a fuzzy sweater and a backpack is sandwiched between the wall and his cradled form. Your eyes ache and your back hurts. Your head is filled with fuzzy messages and barking orders. You are also very sweaty.
“Tell me, and not you, you ugly little thing. I’m speaking to all of you staring at these words, of course. It would be foolish to ask each one of you directly, but I would prefer to address you when necessary. It’s time to choose your name, Anonyme.”
>The New Judge
>The Jury
>The Bourreau
“It is much easier to refer to a collective by one name,” speaks the masked man. “Distinction is preferable to blurry responsibility.”
Please choose your collective name.
