It was a dark and stormy night. Rivulets of sweat made tracks down my brow as I sat, hunched over my keyboard. A flash of lightning caused a silhouette to appear in my doorway; startled by the unexpected visitor, and the sudden manner with which they manifested, my fingers stumbled on the keyboard as I gasped – heart skipping a beat.
“Good evening, Keaven.”
The form stepped closer, allowing the light from my desk to illuminate his features. The elongated shadows of the room cast a macabre unnatural pallor on the man’s face. This would not be good news.
Thus was my induction into the house of pain ... er, I mean... RvR-Driven End Game revamp of the Capitol Cities.
“Good evening, Keaven.”
The form stepped closer, allowing the light from my desk to illuminate his features. The elongated shadows of the room cast a macabre unnatural pallor on the man’s face. This would not be good news.
Thus was my induction into the house of pain ... er, I mean... RvR-Driven End Game revamp of the Capitol Cities.
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