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✘ lost in the flames
- Day I. September 26th
- Narrow Escape: The Shiver [Narrative]
- It's Such A Gray Day | Henry Townshend
- Day II. September 27th
- Monster Hospital | Anne Cunningham's Otherworld
- The Defiled [Narrative]
- Day III. September 28th
- Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things | Alex Shepherd's Otherworld
- Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig [Narrative]
- Day IV. September 29th
- Full Circle [Narrative]
- Folosom Prison Blues {The Penitentiary} | Irene Adler
- Day V. September 30th
- Mirror, Mirror | Annie Cresta
- Roadkill {The Church} | Nepeta Leijon
- Day VI. October 1st
- The Devil You Know [Narrative]
- The Repeater I. | Nepeta Leijon {Nowhere}
- The Repeater II. | OTA {Nowhere}
- The Repeater I. | Nepeta Leijon {Nowhere}
- Day VII. October 2nd
- The Repeater III. {Nowhere} | Anne Cunningham
- Fin
- Breathing Water [Narrative]
- Flooded Area | Alex Shepherd
September 27th | The Defiled
HERE LIES A LIAR,
LYING TO BONES...
LYING, LYING, LYING...
(no subject)
September 28th | Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig
MEDOC, ARE YOU HERE?
I'VE BEEN SLEEPWALKING AGAIN, MY DEAR.
IT'S THE INHUMAN MONSTERS THAT I FEAR.
{Furnace Room Lullaby | Part I.}
{Ever Expanding Circles | Part II.}
{A Strangely Shining Light | Part III.}
{Little Man Being Erased | Part IV.}
September 29th | Full Circle
I LOOK AT MY NEW WRISTWATCH IN THE DARK OF NIGHT.
IT TELLS ME THAT I AM CLOSER TO DEATH, SECOND BY SECOND.
THAT IS GOOD NEWS.
{Are You Dead Or Are You Sleeping? | Part I.}
{God I Sure Hope You Are Dead... | Part II.}
October 1st | The Devil You Know
WHEN YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE DEAD AND THE DEAD ARE LOOKING RIGHT BACK AT YOU,
THEN DREAMS, FANTASIES... WHAT'S THE POINT?
YOU'RE ALREADY LIVING A NIGHTMARE.
{Like A Lamb To Its Slaughter | Part I.}
{Meet Me Down The River Road | Part II.}
{Hotter Than Hell | Part III.}
Nowhere | Breathing Water
IT WAS NIGHTTIME AND I WAS FLOATING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN.
I WAS TRYING TO SWIM, BUT I WAS TOO COLD. I KEPT LOOKING -- I KEPT LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO HANG ON TO.
AND THERE WERE PRESENTS FLOATING ALL AROUND ME. THEY WERE WRAPPED UP. THEY WERE TIED WITH BOWS.
I TRIED TO GRAB ON TO THEM, BUT THEY KEPT POPPING AWAY. AND THEN I STARTED TO SINK LIKE A STONE.
THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO. I WAS FALLING.
BUT IT FELT GOOD. I WAS LETTING GO. I WAS LETTING MYSELF GO...
AND ALL I COULD SEE WAS BLACK AND ALL I COULD FEEL WAS THE DARKNESS ABOVE ME AND THE LIGHTS COMING FROM BELOW. I KNEW I WAS DYING.
AND THEN I HEARD THIS VOICE, LIKE SOMEBODY WHISPERING IN MY EAR.
"WAKE UP, NUMBER 37."
{The Sinking Man}