[This poster seems to have turned on the voice-to-text function, as the letters appearing on the screen do look rather… rambly.]
Aaah, I’m not sure at all if I am doing this- wait-
[And then there is a voice, light and cheerful, although carrying a slight strain of annoyance.]
This looks a bit like Piffle technology, but I’m quite sure that’s not
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[She has decided she likes this word. Piffle. PIFFle.]
None of those here. Just...us.The Scorched. The natives.
And the Door that doesn't work.
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[And now he's concerned too, because where are his friends? He needs to find them.] Aah, so this place... there is something strange about it, yes? From what I can see it looks to me like it steals people from all manner of places, isn't that so?
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You're trapped now. You went through the Door. There is...two.
But they don't work.
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Never...traveled before. Not like this. [She curls her lip. Not at him though; just...disgust at the whole situation. Then she sighs again, bending her head forward to hide her face.]
Natives lived here always. Not us.
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The Door is broken.
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[He smiles and shrugs, apparently unconcerned.]
And so we just wait?
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And try not to die.
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