Level 20
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Female and I've made 1,504 posts
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 24, 2017 0:01:06 GMT -5
"There's nothing," Slaughter said out loud as she stared off into the nearly empty room, fixating on the truncated bits of data floating around. "Ugh, how boring." When did this place become so tame? Slaughter suddenly remembered somebody that she had met once on [The World]. She smiled at the thought of him. Long indigo hair. Sharp eyes. Always frowning. He caught her once menacing a newer player and intervened with such conviction. He was a regulator of some sort-- a Crimson Knight? Something similar perhaps, she never really knew. He was soon privy to the fact that she caused trouble, and so he followed her. Where were the regulators of [The World] now? Did it even need those anymore? One day she remembered that he just stopped coming after her, and she never saw him again after that. Long indigo hair. Sharp eyes. Always frowning. She hated memories. They rushed into her mind so fast and they were so...heavy.
"Is this room...supposed to be like this?" She had heard so many stories from colleagues about the alleged shady and also spooky shit that went down on [The World]- fields and places in fields that weren't supposed to be there. That weren't planned. That just somehow...appeared. And also NPCs whose design no one can claim- what the fuck was that all about? Was this one of those times? ...she certainly hoped so. Long indigo hair. Sharp eyes. Always frowning.
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