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[offthepigs]

You wake up and you're not where you remember being when you took that last dose of Adrenochrome. There's a loud ticking sound in your ear as you come to--thinking, what does that mean

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[sealedinthunder]

Welcome to the City.

Really, however, I doubt it was "that Samoan bastard" that did this to you.

Unless he can shift dimensions.

[offthepigs]

Why should that interest you? Are you prejudice?

Dimensions? What have you been taking, man?

[sealedinthunder]

I'm not prejudice. I'm Ky.

I should ask you the same thing, I think.

[offthepigs]

Where should I begin-

Now about this City, go on...

[sealedinthunder]

The general gist seems to be;

No way out.

You'll get cursed by deities who seem to enjoy watching the masses suffer.

You will spend a majority of your time avoiding vampires/werewolves/angels/psychos; or on the otherside, you are one of those things an will spend most of you time seeking their company.

The ticking goes away with company.

I'm willing to be assistance with most anything, but I won't help you find more drugs.

[offthepigs]

No way out. I've heard that before. I've had my run with psychos, mind you, I've been surrounded by horrible happenings, I've made it this far.

Who said anything about needing drugs, man? Don't let those temptations flood your thoughts. It won't be good.

[sealedinthunder]

Well most of us do manage quite well. There are some people who are genuinely decent.

[offthepigs]

Now, now... I'm a responsible person!

[sealedinthunder]

Never said you weren't.

Implied it, perhaps.

[offthepigs]

I'm a doctor of journalism, man, don't get cocky with me.

[sealedinthunder]

Not anymore.

Just like I used to be a police officer. No jobs, here.

[offthepigs]

No jobs? There's a story everywhere, don't you worry.