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There is an abode which lay by the ruins of Londo. Far past the mark of it's destruction.
Many say they can see faces peering out from the windows which do not exist, Sometimes even themselves within it's lightly tinted frame.
Around it remain an unquenchable feeling of one being observed without reprieve. Lingering on it's lawn is not recommended to those whom suffer from paranoia.
Yet some say it's door is always open? Do you dare speak to whatever CREATURE LAY WITHIN?
Or will you be struck with a fear which becoming merely privy too will forever change your life?
(Those interested in silly little metaphysical dev scenes please DM: Monsterzeroultravsbang, You never know what you may uncover within each visit.)
There is an abode which lay by the ruins of Londo. Far past the mark of it's destruction.
Many say they can see faces peering out from the windows which do not exist, Sometimes even themselves within it's lightly tinted frame.
Around it remain an unquenchable feeling of one being observed without reprieve. Lingering on it's lawn is not recommended to those whom suffer from paranoia.
Yet some say it's door is always open? Do you dare speak to whatever CREATURE LAY WITHIN?
Or will you be struck with a fear which becoming merely privy too will forever change your life?
(Those interested in silly little metaphysical dev scenes please DM: Monsterzeroultravsbang, You never know what you may uncover within each visit.)