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WEEK 2
[It is again early morning when the train docks next. This time, however, the dock is not as busy. There are few trains to be seen, and even fewer people. Only a man stands at the dock, teeth sharp in his smile, scelera a deep gold as he stares beneath his fedora.
"Unexpected," he said with a smile. A two-dimensional dog with the head of a scribbled black cloud hops by, ignoring him. "But not unwanted. Do make yourselves comfortable."
This new place is known as Victoria's Chasm, named after an Empress. No, not that one. Her Thrice-Renewed Majesty is quite comfortable on her Throne, and rulled for much longer than 99 days, thank you very much.
In the distance, black begins to erupt like tendrils. Lightning flashes through the clouds. This is the land of monsters; tread carefully. And do not despair, whatever you do.
There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]
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[The advantages of being a witch that makes gold.]
So someone was actually loyal to you after you made them rich? I honestly would've expected them to treat you like a genie.
[You do your job and you don't get anything else, really.]
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[She does so this time, where indicated.]
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[Yeah, he should've figured.]
So I'm assuming, then, that you would've preferred to not be there?
[He'd suspect she was being held hostage, but...reality warping powers make her hard to hold hostage, probably.]
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If I didn't know any better, I'd think my life is some sort of cosmic punchline.