[There is a soft rustle of clothing and then footsteps. A voice speaks from farther away, an odd cross between resigned and rather irritated]
Well. I don’t feel dead.
When I thought of Hell, this is certainly not what I imagined. No fire and brimstone, huh? Ugly as fuck though.
[A sigh, and some more footsteps. Rustling as the
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Is this a different planet, then? Or dimension?
I'm kind of supposed to be dead, actually.
((OOC: strike = typed, then deleted))
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