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damned_institute2013-03-09 09:58 pm
his_legacy) wrote in damned_institute2013-03-09 09:58 pm
Night 69: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
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The same tedious route as always. It was so frustrating for Link to have to reset his progress night after night. It would be so much quicker if he could simply blow through this place in one run.
But this place was different than any temple of dungeon he had ever faced before. It was the same, yes, in many ways. But it was still much more tedious in its own little ways. And much more deadly.
[To here]
The same tedious route as always. It was so frustrating for Link to have to reset his progress night after night. It would be so much quicker if he could simply blow through this place in one run.
But this place was different than any temple of dungeon he had ever faced before. It was the same, yes, in many ways. But it was still much more tedious in its own little ways. And much more deadly.
[To here]
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The corridor seemed quiet: nothing exciting had been happening. That was for the best.
However, the nighttime look of disuse and decay was still there, and taking note of it now made him remember how, soon after his arrival, there had been a weird illusion that had sometimes made entire panels of drywall seem to vanish, showing the pipes and wiring beneath. He had never been able to explain it, and it hadn't happened more recently. Still, he knocked on the wall to his left as he moved down the hall.
Solid.
Edgar didn't appear to be ahead of L, unless he had already reached the meeting point. L moved to the end of the hall and took a right turn.
[To here.]