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Abandoned skyscrapers are silent masses in the night, blocking the light of the stars. The glittering, faceted dome of Karma City rises in the distance. It looks like the streets are crowded with people?...No...statues.
With a popping noise, two figures materialize in the darkness. Followed by silence.
Osmund Saddler glances at the glowing screen of his PINpoint, checking the coordinates. All he finds, though, are garbled characters. He (unwisely) activates the device again, but nothing happens. Again, again, again, he presses it. Smacks it.
"What is this? What is this?" There's a crunching noise as one of the statues explodes, its head collapsed under the cult leader's fist. What are all of these statues? Where are they? Saddler gets a little pissed when things don't go his way.
With a popping noise, two figures materialize in the darkness. Followed by silence.
Osmund Saddler glances at the glowing screen of his PINpoint, checking the coordinates. All he finds, though, are garbled characters. He (unwisely) activates the device again, but nothing happens. Again, again, again, he presses it. Smacks it.
"What is this? What is this?" There's a crunching noise as one of the statues explodes, its head collapsed under the cult leader's fist. What are all of these statues? Where are they? Saddler gets a little pissed when things don't go his way.