Just as you approach the darkest point in your life, you mysteriously receive a one way ticket with the promise of a better life. However, once you've redeemed your ticket, there is no turning back. Some find comfort in their new home, while others are desperate to leave. A revolution is in the works, what side will you take?

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Just as you approach the darkest point in your life, you mysteriously receive a one way ticket with the promise of a better life. However, once you've redeemed your ticket, there is no turning back. Some find comfort in their new home, while others are desperate to leave. A revolution is in the works, what side will you take?

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Jun. 29th, 2017


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And here I was thinking thinking I'd already found Hell on Earth.

Fireworks used to give me flashbacks. Now they just get me feeling nostalgic. There isn't enough violence here. It's not normal. I'm getting hungry. No one likes me when I'm hungry.

Jun. 27th, 2017


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[Video; Filtered to Vox Machina & Gilmore]


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To my old friends. Gnomaste. )

Jun. 20th, 2017


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[Because someone is getting used to phones, here comes that dreaded inadvertent posting. A feed of a dark haired half-elf shows, her brow furrowed as she slides her fingers across the screen. She's jostled by something off screen, and the phone tumbles out of her hands. Over the sound of plastic hitting floor, her voice rings clear:]

Shit! Shit! Shit!

[The phone comes to a stop and the black snout of something brown furred creeps across the corner of the phone. The woman's voice rings in warning:]

Trinket...

[Trinket, however, does not heed the warning, and the screen goes black with the sound of plastic jostling about for several long moments before bright light breaks through. The phone has been thrown and skids to a stop, the screen wet. From its place on the floor, it give a perfect shot of the woman crouching down and giving an incredibly large armored bear a good scratching and petting on his scruff.]

Awww, buddyyyy, I've told you. You can't just keep putting these things in your mouth. [She continues to make cooing noises at the creature while he gives her low, but happy, growls in return. He practically looks like he's smiling. Finally, she reaches for the phone and, with a very obvious grimace at the wet state of things, runs her fingers over the screen and the feed stops.]