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[wutaistyle.insanejournal.com]

Who: Hydracula
Where: Skulldorm!
When: Day 216, post-game
What: HERP DERP

[I hearby claim this couch in the name of AWESOMEST NINJA]

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[mirror_mirrors.insanejournal.com]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 216, postgame
What: Monglings!!

[For some of you, she catches you before you even leave the arena. For others, you glance at a reflection in a puddle or elsewhere in the caves and suddenly she's there. However and whenever she finds you, it's suddenly quite difficult to look away. Maybe that's because she looks more than a little angry over not nabbing any of her favorite teams. o9]

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[eaves_dropper.insanejournal.com]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Under the Arena
When: Day 216, just shortly before the formal end of the game
What: Pleasant self discoveries, Memories, general Ophi THINGS

[What is happening right now, is a young Uroboros returning to the dorms, hurriedly finding the one bathroom and retching. By most estimations, it was probably pretty lucky he got that far.

It's sometime AFTER that, that he stalks back out, composed and sullenly defiant at anyone in the area. Now is CLEARLY a time to bury in the meeting room and read files until the world fucks off properly.]

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[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Who: People
Where: Lizardking
When: Day 216, postgame
What: Well wasn't that FUN

So did anyone not got fucked with on the way out or did she make a clean sweep?

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[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 217, mid morning
What: Good Ends

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra. A regal crescendo of notes and then anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Dark Blue, and Black with silver trimming. One bears the sigil of the faithful dog and the other the sinuous forms of two serpents wrapped around a staff, embossed into the weave. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table, filled with punch, and several large party platters filled with a cheese and dip platter.]

[However, should you follow any of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]

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[tothelight]

Who: Those not at the Game
Where: A stalagmite forest!!!1
When: Day 216, high noon
What: MEANWHILE


* boy golly surely nothing terrible could be happening to people in the Arena right now while I'm exploring this place 8|a *