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WHO: The Overseer, and anyone else!
WHAT: Halloween event start!
WHEN: Midnight, 10/25.
WHERE: The entire city.
OTHER: Feel free to comment-hop and commandeer this log as much as you please.
[ at just about midnight, the sleepy calm of Eronum is interrupted by a huge explosion, centered in the Restricted area. the blast rocks the city, and a mushroom cloud of smoke and flame goes up into the sky, lighting it up for miles. after that it grows suspiciously quiet again - no sirens, no sudden TV broadcasts interrupting the late-night reruns of I Dream of Genie - nothing.
until suddenly, the blare of an air raid siren pierces the night again. and just like that, all the locals in town drop what they're doing and panic. people start running, stampeding, even, screaming and flying out into the streets, some of them still in their night clothes, or carrying possessions or pets. some even have suitcases.
and then without warning, every screen, including those of the visitors' Logos Devices' cuts out. even the radio frequencies die abruptly. only to be replaced with the face and voice of a dark-skinned woman in shades, looking very serious and very commanding. ]
People of Eronum! Please do not panic. There has been an incident. Report immediately to your designated shelters and do not leave them until further notice. I repeat - do not leave them until further notice.
[ that said, the woman removes her sunglasses-- and... is that a smirk? it's hard to tell before the broadcast ends.
but one thing is for certain: there is some kind of chaos over at the Restricted section, and it's slowly pouring into the other districts. the walls and fences are torn down, leapt over, and the guards incapacitated. there are people-- no, these are barely what you could call people. they're more like things. creatures, maybe. some animalistic, some zombielike, but all of them snarling, foaming, screaming in pain and fury.
and they are very, very aggressive. locals that haven't escaped already are being cut down where they stand. and those that are so fortunate to not be killed aren't giving up any information on where these so-called "shelters" are. it looks like you foreigners are out of luck.
but hey, there is one bit of good fortune: the Overseer is out and about. and by out and about, I mean she's (yes, a she. surprise!) sitting on a high platform in the center of the Shopping district, watching the madness and communicating almost incessantly over a walkie-talkie and a device not unlike the Logos. maybe you can get her to help you find those shelters. :) ]
WHAT: Halloween event start!
WHEN: Midnight, 10/25.
WHERE: The entire city.
OTHER: Feel free to comment-hop and commandeer this log as much as you please.
[ at just about midnight, the sleepy calm of Eronum is interrupted by a huge explosion, centered in the Restricted area. the blast rocks the city, and a mushroom cloud of smoke and flame goes up into the sky, lighting it up for miles. after that it grows suspiciously quiet again - no sirens, no sudden TV broadcasts interrupting the late-night reruns of I Dream of Genie - nothing.
until suddenly, the blare of an air raid siren pierces the night again. and just like that, all the locals in town drop what they're doing and panic. people start running, stampeding, even, screaming and flying out into the streets, some of them still in their night clothes, or carrying possessions or pets. some even have suitcases.
and then without warning, every screen, including those of the visitors' Logos Devices' cuts out. even the radio frequencies die abruptly. only to be replaced with the face and voice of a dark-skinned woman in shades, looking very serious and very commanding. ]
People of Eronum! Please do not panic. There has been an incident. Report immediately to your designated shelters and do not leave them until further notice. I repeat - do not leave them until further notice.
[ that said, the woman removes her sunglasses-- and... is that a smirk? it's hard to tell before the broadcast ends.
but one thing is for certain: there is some kind of chaos over at the Restricted section, and it's slowly pouring into the other districts. the walls and fences are torn down, leapt over, and the guards incapacitated. there are people-- no, these are barely what you could call people. they're more like things. creatures, maybe. some animalistic, some zombielike, but all of them snarling, foaming, screaming in pain and fury.
and they are very, very aggressive. locals that haven't escaped already are being cut down where they stand. and those that are so fortunate to not be killed aren't giving up any information on where these so-called "shelters" are. it looks like you foreigners are out of luck.
but hey, there is one bit of good fortune: the Overseer is out and about. and by out and about, I mean she's (yes, a she. surprise!) sitting on a high platform in the center of the Shopping district, watching the madness and communicating almost incessantly over a walkie-talkie and a device not unlike the Logos. maybe you can get her to help you find those shelters. :) ]