FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[carries_war]

Not just close...we were the same, once. We were conjoined twins, connected right here.

[He reaches around to tap his back, opposite his heart.]

An' even after we were separated, I could still feel his heartbeat. Even after I broke the link, I could feel it...when he was excited, scared, angry...just like it was my own heart racing. Feels empty now.

[lightnen]

...Definitely sounds like this place's doing.

[ Closing his eyes for a moment now. ]

We're gonna all get out of this stupid place and get things back to what they should be. Think we could get some answers out of that woman when we catch her?

[carries_war]

We'll get 'em, even if we gotta beat 'em outta her! She doesn't deserve to die quick, anyway.