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Dec. 9th, 2017 05:48 pmA few days after the Wonder Quartet, there's probably mourning and crying. It's a sad day, since one of the loudest voices hasn't REALLY said anything. There's been no selfies or shrieks. Or rage.
So, you. Yes you, brave person on this post, are near where some of the city has been wrecked, maybe being sad or looking for survivors who aren't cards. And there's a warlike yell as a spear made from some rebar sails wide. A warning shot?
And a girl emerges, short-ish for her age. White-ish hair matted. She wears a mask, which looks like she's taken other masks and crushed them together with brute force. Other masks adorn a belt she's wearing. She shrieks at you, but it's probably glee.
So, you. Yes you, brave person on this post, are near where some of the city has been wrecked, maybe being sad or looking for survivors who aren't cards. And there's a warlike yell as a spear made from some rebar sails wide. A warning shot?
And a girl emerges, short-ish for her age. White-ish hair matted. She wears a mask, which looks like she's taken other masks and crushed them together with brute force. Other masks adorn a belt she's wearing. She shrieks at you, but it's probably glee.
