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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 11th, 2017


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205 to all~


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Well, alright, so I've got to admit I haven't a clue what you lot are talking about most of the time but I at least get the point that I've moved into some kind of alternate dimension. One where the lift malfunctions and Casper the friendly ghost rearranges what little furniture I've got.

That said, there's a fantastic bakery 'round the bend. One I wandered into and will now be the death of me, or the cause of me becoming the latest on 'My 600-lb Life.' No regrets.

I'll take any used book shoppe or bar recommendations if you've got them though? I used to tend bar, in fact, so it'll be nice to be on the other side of things. Thanks in advance - I'm James, by the by. Moved to the States some time ago, form Ireland. Why do Americans turn their beer green for St. Patrick's Day? Never understood that one.