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With your hunger sated for the time being, you turn your attention towards more pressing matters: specifically the ones in the direction of the <span class="mu-b">BIG GLOWING MEDICAL CROSS</span> flickering in the hazy light of the <span class="mu-g">COMMONS.</span>
“Goin’ in for a check-up, huh?” Ly remarks as you start working your way through the maze of stalls, refugees, and hawkers! That’s right! As you push past a rugged-looking group of survivors clad in a mishmash of scrap, security armor, and sports padding, you can’t help but feel like you’re back at <span class="mu-i">BLADES OF ZAMARKA–</span> if only you could run back to Syb’s to grab your dress!
“Seems kinda funny though, don’t it?” Asks your bones as you sidestep a guitarist playing a mournful tune to some folks resting around a bonfire. “<span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> started out by protectin’ these folks, but now they’re runnin’ around town like some kinda <span class="mu-i">adventurers</span> or somethin’...”
Can you blame ‘em? If you were cooped up in this cement coffin for the past few days you’d probably go stir-crazy too! Stepping over a sleeping vagrant onto an escalator, you give your skeleton a shrug–nothing wrong with blowing off some steam, right?
“Sure, until <span class="mu-r">TIM</span> and his remainin’ cronies follow da’ trail back here!” Ly retorts! “Or everyone gets <span class="mu-i">killed</span> tryin’ ta’ play hero!”
Would it <span class="mu-i">kill</span> him to relax every now and then? You pretty much did the same thing when the shit hit the fan and look at you now! Disembarking at the top of the escalator, you manage to find an entryway into the <span class="mu-g">MEDICAL WING</span> that doesn’t have a line of concert-like proportions outside! Pushing your way through the doors, it quickly dawns on you just how bad things are…
>CONTD.
