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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

Jun. 20th, 2017

[no one told me where to set this so instead you get this



bruh]
[It's late on Thursday night. What little alcohol could be salvaged from the Lounge has been taken away for this "special" occasion, transported to the Library where both of our protagonists for the night will have a friendly chat. Or, well... As friendly as a chat can be, between a murderer and his next victim.

Now, what conversation is taking place?]
[The scene plays out as it always does. Emily is covered in blood before entering the Dark Room, the oppressive presence reduced to only a slight pressure. The sigils and circles have been drawn in their usual spot, and the ceramic basin lays in the center of the room. When Emily takes a look inside, she will find five toes — all of them from a foot.

It's time for the conversation to begin.]
[i tried to find a good meme about dps but i couldn't so please pretend i made a joke about three hot dps walking into a knife.]