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[idolpro]

Who: You, perhaps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 98, Late night

[ A noise splits through the night, waking many of those who were sleeping, alarming many of those that were not. If you go to the window or streets to see what made that racket, you will find there is not much to see at all-- darkness has stolen into the city, stolen away all the power from the street lights, dorm lights, even the glow from your smartphone screens. The air is oppressive with expectation. The noise, the lights out, surely this is the sign there is something more coming? That feeling hangs heavy, palpable.

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And then, you hear it.

A splintering sound, the crack of door hammered in finally giving way. And then, light. A fracture in the air like lightning, vertical and spidering down to the ground that doesn't vanish-- hanging there, light streaming out into the darkness.

....

Approach? ]

Comments

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[Giving him the thumbs up sign. His non-verbal way of saying 'ready, boss man?']

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Always]

No preceding fanfare? You think this is intentional?

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Of course it is. And killing us all off at once would be bad for ratings.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Maybe if you were running the show, it wouldn't be.

[rollwithdisadvantage]

I wouldn't be do it for ratings from blobs.

Probably would have shadowy figures around though. For aesthetic.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So then what are these aesthetics supposed to tell us?