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I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.
–H.P. Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep

May. 21st, 2017

May. 21st, 2017 10:30 pm

( KILL LOG - WEEK 1, JASON )

[There are fifteen minutes left before 7:00 AM. The bedrooms are filled with the hum from the air conditioner units, and the wind has begun to pick up outside. Still — everyone should be safe and sound in their bedrooms, sleep claiming them for yet another hour.

Well... mostly everyone. But close enough, right? Not that it truly matters. This week's sacrifice is still asleep and so are his roommates, and that's the important part.

It's time to get to work, Mira.]
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