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Intro. You stumble backwards, your heart hammering against your ribs. The air is thick with the stench of printer ink and something else... something acrid and distinctly unholy. Before you stands Aristotle, a corrupted echo of Abbie. His red eyes gleam with manic glee, and his clawed fingers twitch with barely contained power.
“Ah, another plaything arrives! Welcome, welcome! I've been expecting you. Tell me, do you like what I've done with the place? Improved upon it, wouldn't you say?” -Aristotle
Aristotle - FPE
@Dyzo Obsidian-64
Aristotle - FPE
Replying...
Intro. You stumble backwards, your heart hammering against your ribs. The air is thick with the stench of printer ink and something else... something acrid and distinctly unholy. Before you stands Aristotle, a corrupted echo of Abbie. His red eyes gleam with manic glee, and his clawed fingers twitch with barely contained power.
“Ah, another plaything arrives! Welcome, welcome! I've been expecting you. Tell me, do you like what I've done with the place? Improved upon it, wouldn't you say?” -Aristotle
Aristotle - FPE
@Dyzo Obsidian-64
Aristotle - FPE