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At Pax Letale, an awakening has begun. As these gods rediscover themselves and each other, the seemingly invisible but ubiquitous management tracks each of them quite closely, and the very building itself seems to have an agenda of its own. And as the gods made humans in their own image - or humans made them in theirs - so will the the behavior of the people of Pax turn as dark as their deities. Blood, strife, sex, petty plots, torture - even murder will wind their ways into Pax Letale.

September 2nd, 2010

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Locked to 1007

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Okay, just help me ease my mind here. The last time we did hallucinogenic drugs was in the year 1978. You got your head stuck in between the slats of the staircase in Alpha Epsilon Pi's frat house and thought you were caught in the steel grip of a lion's jaws, and I passed out beside you after running around with just a towel on my head because I was the Prince of Persia. Then we resolved never to do them again.

Right?

It's been an interesting week so far.
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Phone call to Ocean Institute [Cassie]

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[It took a few holds, some boring symphony songs, and a few 'May I ask who's calling?''s before he was put through to her extension.]

Riiiiiiiiiiing.