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GY ENDGAME
THE END IS NEAR.
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You wake on Sunday.
Thunder is roaring in the background now with frequent lightning strikes. The rain pours heavily down onto the resort, which is starting to look worse for wear. And yet, the spirits come in irregular bursts.
Sunday, as promised, is also Hild's execution. While you normally don't get to view those, the movie theater seems to be on again at exactly 9:00AM,, a few hours later, just like yesterday. And sure enough, you get a good view of everything: Hild, the Manager, and the rest behind them. And they are all at a site that executions normally aren't at, for those who've seen them.
They're near a well -- the one that Lucas and Zena have talked about before.
The spirits that were plaguing you earlier were around in larger quantities earlier this morning, nuisances to be shoved aside in your pursuit of figuring things out with the shard. Wherever it is, it seems to continue its pulsing, almost like a siren's call to the desperate ones that seem to be vying after it.
But now, they're starting to appear less and less. A sign that something's going to happen soon. For a few moments, you get to spectate what's going on in the living.
Thunder is roaring in the background now with frequent lightning strikes. The rain pours heavily down onto the resort, which is starting to look worse for wear. And yet, the spirits come in irregular bursts.
Sunday, as promised, is also Hild's execution. While you normally don't get to view those, the movie theater seems to be on again at exactly 9:00AM,, a few hours later, just like yesterday. And sure enough, you get a good view of everything: Hild, the Manager, and the rest behind them. And they are all at a site that executions normally aren't at, for those who've seen them.
They're near a well -- the one that Lucas and Zena have talked about before.
The spirits that were plaguing you earlier were around in larger quantities earlier this morning, nuisances to be shoved aside in your pursuit of figuring things out with the shard. Wherever it is, it seems to continue its pulsing, almost like a siren's call to the desperate ones that seem to be vying after it.
But now, they're starting to appear less and less. A sign that something's going to happen soon. For a few moments, you get to spectate what's going on in the living.
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She throws salt at the eyes. Die. ]
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[ There's your answer for the ouija board initials. ]
"Emotional support" doesn't count this time.
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And do you really think throwing salt at things is useful?
[ like, it's funny because he hates kaeya, but ]
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[ Then it changes forms. Fun. ]