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ruby_maser
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Fear sunshine!
Sep 2002 time: 23:28
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The balcony of the governor's mansion was poised on a hillside overlooking the guarded streets of a city in the grips of paralysis. Nothing moved below, and from such a lonely perch, the burroughs and backalleys of Pamplona harbored nothing of the normalcy of daily life.
Shadows gave way to shadows against the crisp edges of a sun that never set, and the stray cloud seemed like an apparition ship in frozen drift on a voided journey across time. No wind stirred the dusty footpaths or matched the desparate pace of nameless pedestrians on their way, nor did the pedestrians stir the streets.
If life existed at all anymore, it did so behind the curtained portals of rowhouses and nestled in among the damp, cool interiors of fern bars, and the governor imagined now and again, in disturbing flashes, that he could picture the people flattening out, becoming their own wallpaper, their anguished faces washing across the veil like waking dreams that welcome sleep...
And in that state, we wait and wait...
[ooc] How's that for despair? Come on! Let's get going again [/ooc]
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Nuclear Winter
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Hmm, to eliminate all that is immortall eh?
* Nuclear Winter starts to draw conspirations and complos regarding GS
Well, hmmm what can I say?
BURN WITCHEEESSS!
And what shall we burn besides witches?
MOOOREE WITCHEESSS!! err, hmm I mean, ah, forget it
Just a tought, but ainīt this Madrid this way? First the disease, then the witches! This must be a sign of heaven that something is wrong in Spain...
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