[It's another fine and sunny Thursday at Sungem's Peak, now much more of an archipelago than an island in itself, but nevertheless some things remain the same -- in a manner of speaking. You may all be starting to get used to the way the world gets quieter and a little uncannier when the birds take shelter from the incoming phenomenon; people can get used to anything, after all.
Even this, and even murder, after all these weeks.
The only thing that has claimed lives so far is community sanction. Surely, it will be more of the same.
As always, it's hard to see the distortion when it doesn't appear on the main island -- instead, anyone leaving the main island will find themselves confronted with the warped reflections of the sun and the horizon, stretching as always across the empty water. The waves seem higher and more erratic than usual, sometimes washing across the bridge and spraying any strollers to the tune of strange low static noise. Even with the power of the midday haze, there is no way to spot the other islands nor what you'd be walking into. The haze stretches lazily across the railway tracks at one point and sways across the water, reaching almost to Seagull's Playground like it's grasping at the island with slow fingers.
Perhaps you should worry more about Dodo's Outlook, though, where the sound of the distortion itself is drowned out by a very real rumble from beneath your feet, the sound of glass splintering. The aquarium has lost a corner to a warped tendril stretching out of the ocean, like something wanted to free some fish, perhaps; but all that can be seen now is a wash of water down the bluffs and the occasional sad flopping tropical thing.
As always, it's a good idea to keep an eye out, but the distortion -- while seemingly getting bigger in scale -- is still spreading rather slowly the way it did in previous weeks.]
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Even this, and even murder, after all these weeks.
The only thing that has claimed lives so far is community sanction. Surely, it will be more of the same.
As always, it's hard to see the distortion when it doesn't appear on the main island -- instead, anyone leaving the main island will find themselves confronted with the warped reflections of the sun and the horizon, stretching as always across the empty water. The waves seem higher and more erratic than usual, sometimes washing across the bridge and spraying any strollers to the tune of strange low static noise. Even with the power of the midday haze, there is no way to spot the other islands nor what you'd be walking into. The haze stretches lazily across the railway tracks at one point and sways across the water, reaching almost to Seagull's Playground like it's grasping at the island with slow fingers.
Perhaps you should worry more about Dodo's Outlook, though, where the sound of the distortion itself is drowned out by a very real rumble from beneath your feet, the sound of glass splintering. The aquarium has lost a corner to a warped tendril stretching out of the ocean, like something wanted to free some fish, perhaps; but all that can be seen now is a wash of water down the bluffs and the occasional sad flopping tropical thing.
As always, it's a good idea to keep an eye out, but the distortion -- while seemingly getting bigger in scale -- is still spreading rather slowly the way it did in previous weeks.]