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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.

October 2nd, 2010

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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS BUILDING

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Here's a story about a man named Mirza who came home from work to be horrified. I was on the first floor and I noticed 'well hell, looks a lot like a dig site from before my father retired from being an Egyptologist, only brand new.' And then I opened up a Qebehsenuef canopic jar that I saw laying about. THERE REALLY WERE INTESTINES IN THERE.

Thankfully, I made it up to my apartment (in a fucking... I don't even know!) before vomiting.

The end.
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[Text to Samuel]

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Have you an explanation this time, Sergeant? Who's putting us on now?
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[Text to Lia]

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Know where a girl might get a drink? Samuel won't share even a nip of that fine Irish whiskey I gave him. :(