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Jul 10, 2009 20:16

[This fine afternoon, Jinana and Roland are sitting under a tree. They are looking calm. Very calm. Remarkably calm. Roland is drinking]

"At least we have time to say our farewells."

"Yes."

[There is a newspaper in front of them. To those who read the Future Obituaries in today's newspaper, you might have noticed the following two:


Jinana of the Maribel tribe, 5, dies tomorrow of being beaten to death by her allies. She is survived by her allies, but not for long. She was a native of Manipura, where she lived since her tribe gained dominance in the war. No funeral will be arranged.

and

Roland [redacted], 35, dies tomorrow of missing the lower half of his body, followed by giant fucking exploding reactor. He is survived by his legal ward, Fred [redacted], age 10. He was a resident of in New Portland's Underground City, where he moved after the surface of the earth became uninhabitable. No funeral will be arranged.

(OOC: We're going to be poking at it all weekend ♥. Zazzle's out right now but we'll both pick it up tonight regardless, and work on it over the weekend. Thanks for all the great experiences, guys.)
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