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'''<font color="# | '''[[Philosophe Knights/Policies|<font color="#660066">Policies</font>]]'''<br/> | ||
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'''<font color="# | '''[[Philosophe Knights/Kill List|<font color="#660066">Kill List</font>]]'''<br/> | ||
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'''<font color="# | '''[[Sword_of_Damocles/The List|<font color="#660066">The Liste</font>]]'''<br/> | ||
<small>''A Liste of those who walk the blind path of Ignorance''</small> | <small>''A Liste of those who walk the blind path of Ignorance''</small> | ||
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Revision as of 01:40, 23 April 2009
GenesisYour journey through the Philosophe Knights pages have brought you here. It is dark, the floor creaks under your feet. Uneasy, you use your now blinded eyes to search the darkness for any light. A way out. Scuffling is heard to your left. Your previous encounter with the voices has left you uneasy and disturbed. You cannot seem to shake the fact that you felt them inside your head, not part of your own conscience.
You: Not again... The futility of this question dawns on you, the voice seemingly ignoring your question. GS: You have found the hidden room. Our Attic. The place we punish those who Hinder. New voices are heard. One is blatantly feminine, but merciless all the same. The other is soft-spoken, yet poisonous. The darkness around you seems suffocating. LE: We follow a clock as closely as the hands chase it. The voices fade. |
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