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[yourpainismine]

You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can

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[riotnoise]

[ Looks around, very lost. ]

Dis fook'd up.

[riotnoise]

[ He shrugs, genuine in his confusion. ] How'm supposed ta know?

[yourpainismine]

[he's quiet a minute. he's not really sure, either.] I dunno...Everybody seems to know more about these things than I do. M'sorry.

[riotnoise]

There's gotta be sum relief in knowing there's sum'one who knows even less than ya, yeah? [ He smirks. ]

[yourpainismine]

Nn...I don't feel any better. [he looks genuinely sorry about that, too, of all things.]