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Anonymous ID:LyNT9Agl Tue 06 Feb 2024 07:52:22 No.5917709 View View Report

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>WANDER
>51
>27
District 27 is a mostly residential area with a few major commercial hubs. It's more like the suburbs, in the traditional sense. Quiet and full of quiet life.

Just like how cities come to be, this District exists because there were a lot of people who wanted to live in a particular place. Rising demand met with developers, engineers, city planners. An outgrowth of the Eighth Pillar branched out into the air and, with enough eligible voters moving into their new residences, the District was formed. And that's that.

Over the course of however many years, the City was eventually formed as well, because at no point was it feasible for anyone to stop it.

You begin the journey in a westerly direction, toward the hidden sea. The air begins to clear into a light drizzle and you listen to the soft sounds of your shoes treading on the wet pavement. Something is missing.

>Try to remember a song. Whistle it during your walk.
>65
You wrack your brains for a moment, then start whistling American Pie. It's a rich song and you play it on your guitar sometimes. You heard it once on the Midnight People Radio channel before it was taken off air.

For a while, the streets are filled with music. Then the cold and the wet sap out all your energy and it lapses into the long and empty silence again.

Your shadow moves from streetlight to streetlight in the stillness. Light to dark to light to dark. Walking the intersection between a real place and an imaginary place. A City dweller on an empty path, with an uncertain goal.

All this rain is deafening. If it weren't for the constant noise and hum of working machines as if from under the earth, or the rain-smeared lights from distant buildings, you would be sure you weren't anywhere in the City or on Earth...

>Hide your hollow eyes with your hair, it's too creepy to display in public. Even if everyone else honestly looks even worse, appearance is everything Bobbert!
You stop walking.

O-ok. (๑•﹏•)

You flop your hair over your face...

You can't see anything out of the wet mop of hair, so you put it back into place.

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Anonymous ID:NIKWkrr8 Sat 30 Sep 2023 20:14:38 No.5778830 View View Report

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>>5778784
You have the open platform lift all to yourself. Everyone must be out to lunch. After only a few moments, the creak of unseen and ancient mechanisms begins to draw you up into the sky. The air is becoming thinner and colder. You draw your coat tight again and start beating your wings to keep warm.

(Fear & Hunger 2: Termina OST - Memories) https://youtu.be/spDP_AXUtaE?si=GxoCLVloq9u5UTio

It's quiet up here, atop the world. You're not used to such a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. The good feeling from earlier is gone. Your mind wanders aimlessly over your cares and worries. You allow it.

Through your compounded eyes, the City below turns into a faint dance of lights and shapes among countless shadows. It's all so distant, so bright, and even now...

You hear the City's voice. A composite vocal message of massed humanity. You listen. Just a whisper now. The millions of hushed and unseen footfalls reverberating into the savage darkness. The comforting ambience of gunfire across the velvet horizon. The breaking of waves across the blackstone shores. She's calling you, calling out to you, a soundless voiceless roar carried throughout the endless tunnels underfoot, across the dark waters, in dark days and bright nights, in rain and in dust...

You can't escape me, Agent. You can't escape yourself. And so you'll come back, as you always will. Come back home, back to my dark streets, my outstretched arms...

Why?
>PRIDE. (There's a job to do. And let me tell you... I do my jobs thoroughly.)
>GREED. (C'mon, why else am I doing this? Ka-ching, baby.)
>FAME. (Someday I'll be like the man on the screen.)
>CRUELTY. (Glory and Terror.)
>LONELINESS. (There's no special someone for me :()
>FEAR. (I had always been afraid. I have always been stronger in fear than even they were.)
>HUNGER. (I've been trying so hard to fill the void in my life...)
>Write in.

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HeartQM !!x014vebxSV1 ID:6P9NGroy Sat 29 Apr 2023 05:26:39 No.5649743 View View Report

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>TOMORROW GIRAFFE, Employee A to Entertain with GIRAFFE. Talk to it about the stars and what you know about them.
>Ask Guy to first tell you about what happened with him turning into a copy of the thing, both before and after, before you go in for this work. Don't space out in there!

Employee A is staring mindlessly into the pipework, tracing endless spirals and shapes as each segment curls and intertwines with one another like the mating of worms, the curling of guts, like lovers' fingers, like-

You've seen this situation before, so you hurriedly type in the work order before you can get sucked in yourself.

beep

"Ack!" Aleth starts, with an uncharacteristic embarrassment. "Chrissake, give me a moment, will you..."

Aleth reads the work order then strides over to GUY, who is leaning against the wall with his head hanging. Some sort of headache?

"Hello yello," Aleth says. "Listen, Agent, I need your brains if you got any. Tell me about the giraffe and that little transformation sequence you had."

"CAN'T SPEAK, AM BRAIN DAMAGE," GUY violently spits out.

"What?"

"INK BAD, KNIGHT BAD, HAS INK IN HIM, IN SWORD. BRAIN DAMAGE. POISON." GUY stops talking, takes his PDA, and taps on the screen. Aleth gets the hint immediately.

PM Agent GUY - Employee A
GUY: The bug knight's ink is poisonous. The sword spills more ink from the tip. I'm not sure if the ink is a natural part of the knight, or if they're related at all.
A: Was that what happened to your arm?
GUY: He stabbed my arm and injected at least a dozen gallons of ink into it. I had to chop it off before my body could absorb the stuff.
A: Do you still have the arm? I could study it.
GUY: Does it look like I have my fucking arm???
A: Right, right.
A: Just tell me about the giraffe and the transformation thing then.
GUY: I didn't even know I became a giraffe, man.
GUY: I was just finishing up with the little stars, then I heard almost a voice, more like a feeling, that asked me "You want to take a break?"
GUY: So I said yeah, then I was looking around the facility all of a sudden, like I was watching a movie in the third person, omnipresent.
A: Omniscient.
GUY: Yeah, that.
GUY: It wasn't disorienting or anything, it felt completely natural like walking or acting purely on muscle memory. You don't think about things like that in your everyday life until you're asked to.
GUY: I heard that sunglasses chick mention me offhand in the break room, then I turned my head and saw that tall lady and the gay guy in that control room BB was talking about. (You almost spit at the description.)
GUY: Then, I tiptoed over to the edge of the room and started looking at the City Herself in this "superperspective," the lights on the distant horizon, the depths of the ocean, the loom of the silhouettes of buildings like sleeping giants under
A: Alright, I get the picture. Bird's eye view and all that.

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