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technic's heart 2.0
[Your feet press against the cool surface of metal. Gears clank into place, shifting all around you. It's dark, but you're moving down, down, steadily and without interruption.
As your eyes start to adjust, one phrase appears before you as a ghostly reflection, as though it stains the walls nearby.
THE HEIR IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE FORGOTTEN
The gears turn, turn, turn. Slow, deliberate, anticipating what's to come.
Tick.
Tock.]
S T A R T
((OOC: Powers are on, all items are allowed including weapons! IRC channel is #ticktock!))
As your eyes start to adjust, one phrase appears before you as a ghostly reflection, as though it stains the walls nearby.
THE HEIR IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE FORGOTTEN
The gears turn, turn, turn. Slow, deliberate, anticipating what's to come.
Tick.
Tock.]
S T A R T
((OOC: Powers are on, all items are allowed including weapons! IRC channel is #ticktock!))