This place apparently has an affinity for making me older, alongside knocking me out randomly. Maybe one day they'll get tired of it. [Lili is looking seventeenish now, as well as rolling her eyes a little as she freely levitates on her own. The faciliberry floating alongside her. She glancing at it as she brushes some loose hair out of her eyes. Expression calm as she tucks hair behind an ear.]
For those who do remember me this week, I'd appreciate a status report. I'd like to know if you managed to get yourselves killed or lost it completely. Either option is pretty common in this place. If you need a reminder, I'm Lili. Surprise, I got taller.
As a warning; avoid a green skinned man with sunglasses. He's a little unstable this week. He will kill you if you try to fight him for any hostages he might have. It'd be advised to either band together, think of a strategy or avoid him entirely.
If you don't listen? Well. I'm not responsible, nor likely to clean up the mess.
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