lostcarnival | It's a TOURIST TRAP....OF DEATH.

Who: Carly, Jack, Lambert, some poor NPC sap....
When: 'October 10th, 2017'
Where: Portland area, in the new reality- Specifically Sanctuary, and some random abandoned office building.
What: TERRIBLE SNACKRIFICES FOR SOULS!!!
Warnings: Carly is literally murdering a man (it won't be given much detail however and the log itself is mostly chatter before and outside the scene.)

[Anath's forces were on the move. Scouts were now appearing, trying to convince her to their side of things, and while she was nervous, Aslla seemed to be growing even more antsy with the passing days. 'We need more power,' he finally hissed, practically breaking his voice as it shook. 'I need SOULS!'

She had balked, of course. It was hard enough to get one soul, but multiple? And the things it would take...

...So he dangled their agreement over her head. An agreement that, unbeknownst to her, wasn't even real, an agreement that only Aslla Piscu knew to be false...

...But even with her thoughts scrambling hour after hour, it still felt so important.

So.

One soul, she agreed. She would conduct the ritual, and with any luck claw their way to the strength they needed to weather out the tide. Did Aslla already have enough strength? Would he make it just getting a single soul's worth? she didn't know.

They had to try though, right?]

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That's right.

[Jack responds, unwavered by her yelping as he turns to head into the Sanctuary.]

So you were a reporter back home, too? Come, tell me the rest inside.

Ah...

I-I-!!

[She has little choice as she's dragged off-no doubt she'll squirrel away somehow later, but for now...] I'm only going to know so much, just make sure you realize that..!!

[...They'll manage.]

It's a TOURIST TRAP....OF DEATH.

prob end here?

yeah here works!