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[The blight is all-consuming.

Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.

A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.

Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.

You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.

But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]


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[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]




[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.

There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.

In the meantime.


There are 11 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[incendiarize]

She must've been a witch, probably.... Not a witch like Emma or Eric, a witch like the spider-lady. Their souls are different.

....Charles didn't know what IT was doing with the dead, either.

[whitemoontiger]

I'd guess probably nothing good. Either way, we're all pretty tough so I'm sure we'll get through it and not cave in to whatever it is she wants from us.

[ He'd never met this guy before now but he seemed good enough, if not a bit worn down emotionally from what he could tell. ]

Same goes for you guys on this side. Don't give up.

[incendiarize]

....that's exactly what Charles said, too. "Probably nothing good" and "don't give up hope".

We can get through this.

[whitemoontiger]

Yeah. We can't give up now that we've all come this far.

[ A pause. Hey. There was a thing that should happen while he's thinking of it. ]

I'm Atsushi Nakajima, by the way.

[incendiarize]

"Remember what hope is, and nothing's impossible." That's what he said.

I'm Arthur!

[whitemoontiger]

It's definitely some good words to live by in a situation like this.

[ He nodded, feeling at least a little optimistic about this whole thing now. ]

I hope we have the chance to meet again after this, then. At least then it should be hopefully better circumstances.

[incendiarize]

Yeah! Though, I'm gonna be kinda busy saving a couple of worlds, when we're done here!