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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 4:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 7:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:02 am
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James stood, looking around and finding no source of the strange voice. Most ordinary scientists would be spooked, or entirely skeptical, of what was going on. Luckily, he had had enough experience in metaphysical studies to find ghostly voices somewhere on his spectrum of normality.
"Well, never been talked to out here before," he said, keeping things friendly to try and show good intention. "I'd always hypothesized that the overwhelming levels of salt and demonic toxin had poisoned this land during the Cult Clash. You're telling me the fallen, their will to live is choking this area of its own life?" He folded his arms, eyes trying to follow the voice but losing it now and then. "That seems more vengeful than anything else. They died, so nothing else gets to live? There are better ways, more logical ones, to be remembered. Has anyone considered a memorial?"
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