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It does seem nearly solid but the handle doesn't yet turn. "How can you be so brave and cheery?" he asks. "We are in the bowels of this nightmare place and yet you ... you've hardly broken a sweat. I've heard of keeping your chin up but I am astounded at your confidence." He sets...

I have been terrible at keeping this game running with regular updates. I may just not have my head in the game enough for that yet. Hopefully one day time will stop getting away from me!

He nods toward the end of the hall, looking very pale. "The final door looks more like a door now."

Adelaide is currently in lockdown after months of being fine! Should only be 7 days thankfully.

How things going with you, Mr. Handy?

Listening to the doors provides some awareness of what occurs behind it. The BANG of guns, the whistle of falling incendiaries, the slam of building collapses, the screech of brakes and crash of metal, the gasp-cry-slam of falling from a great height, and other sounds less readily identifiable.

He looks up at the ceiling of the room. "May Fear of Gas Gather Here...."

Then he looks over to her, "My only fear is this place now. No normal fear can compare."

"Fears, yes, but not just ordinary fears," says the stranger, frowning. "Why though? What is this place *for*? It was clearly constructed for some purpose...."

They open the door to reveal three bodies wired into sitting positions around a table, their skin covered in lesions that look like photos she's seen of mustard gas. They stink of rot and death but thankfully there's no gas-like smell to the air. (Stability test - you lose 1). The stranger manages t...

"This seems to have been here awhile," he said, shuddering. "I don't think it's freshly made. It smells ... awful."

You rolled a 5.

There are a dozen doors, seven on one side, five on the other. He approaches the nearest one on the right and shivers. "Handle's cold and wet...." Then he turns it and pushes it open to reveal a wood-pannelled room etched in phrases, pleas, fears of bomb and incendiary, but it's what's wit...

OOC: Yes, you may. Results below. She moves closer to examine the artistic rendition. It is a highly detailed work of art and within the wood grain pattern seem to be thousands of tiny screaming faces. The paint feels warm and wet to the touch, but when you check your hand there's no paint staining ...

"Thank you," he says, clutching at her hand. There's a long corridor that runs forward into a seething darkness that settles thickly around the edges of your light. Doors line the passage on either side, nicked and scratched, and inset with strange symbols. The whole space feels somewhat h...

"I've never been down here before," he mutters, struggling to stand upright. "I've never heard any of these voices before.... There's so many of them. I can feel their ... their fear ... their loss." He shakes his head to clear it. "I won't leave you alone down here. I've le...

He frowns at her, shivering slightly. Then he winces, doubling over. "The whispers ... in my head." His voice sounds pained. She can feel a pressure, too, but it's not painful for her, not yet. The whispers sound almost like trapped thoughts. "Where can we go?" "They'll bomb...

Kate opens the door into the cellar.

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There's a long corridor that runs forward into a seething darkness that settles thickly around the edges of your light. Doors line the passage on either side, nicked and scratched, and inset with strange symbols. The whole space feels somewhat humid, like the air is hard to breathe, yet cold in a wa...

Sorry I was sick for several weeks. Recovering now. Will do up a post today / tomorrow.

The lights from the above kitchen flickers and something clicks from the door down the stairwell.

"I think that did it?" asked the stranger. "Whatever it did...."