[ All of the windows look out onto the same landscape. It looks like the clearing and the ring where you play games. You can even see the mutant tree. Between the third and fourth window there is a big iron hook embedded in the wall.
[ Is frigid. The closer you stand to it the colder you feel. If you stand too close you can see your breath. If you touch it, frost will start forming on your fingertips. ]
[ The bricks seem to be emanating some kind of heat. The longer you look at the wall, the more disgusted you feel. That wall is disgusting. Something about it makes you want to scratch all your skin off or gouge out your eyes. Maybe you should look away. ]
[MAYBE I SHOULD. Let's see. Hot wall, cold wall, picture wall, windows.
Time to blow this popsicle stand!! ... somehow. Going over to have a look at the hook, checking the floor for anything useful like rope or a brick as she does so.]
[ dusty and worn and there's a pattern drawn on it -- perpendicular lines and circles and weird squiggles. But nothing useful and no trap doors or anything ]
[ It feels a bit like you've been pulled through the frozen ocean (only... less wet) and suddenly -- You are in a field of flowers! Each flower is about three feet apart. The only problem is that these flowers aren't growing out of soil, they're growing out of sheets of ice. And it's fucking cold. Like you can see your breath cold. Like your cheeks are getting stiff cold. Everywhere you look is an endless field of flowers... and then waaay over there might be a person. In the opposite direction of the person is a trail of sesame seeds. ]
[ You approach the person. Or what used to be a person. A frozen corpse is laid out inside a giant lotus. It looks like the body froze, cracked open and then all the internal organs spilled out and also froze and cracked. ]
Hey, leave that alone. [ Someone from behind you says. Where did he come from? It's a younger Acedia, barefoot and wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. He has an eyepatch over his right eye. ]
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[goes to look out of the closest window to the wall.]
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. . . but you're also five stories up . . . ]
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Time to blow this popsicle stand!! ... somehow. Going over to have a look at the hook, checking the floor for anything useful like rope or a brick as she does so.]
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[picks up two pieces of debris. Holding onto one, but throwing the other bit at the hot wall to see what happens . . . ]
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Really? I get to choose whether to jump out a window or walk through the evil wall? I see why we called this a challenge.
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[ It feels a bit like you've been pulled through the frozen ocean (only... less wet) and suddenly -- You are in a field of flowers! Each flower is about three feet apart. The only problem is that these flowers aren't growing out of soil, they're growing out of sheets of ice. And it's fucking cold. Like you can see your breath cold. Like your cheeks are getting stiff cold. Everywhere you look is an endless field of flowers... and then waaay over there might be a person. In the opposite direction of the person is a trail of sesame seeds. ]
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Jesus fucked a priest it's cold.
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