You are inside a warehouse. It looks like it's been out of use since before the quarantine. The building has been extremely heavily barricaded. Also here are Sylvester Newell (60HP) and the Reverand Cyanide (5HP).

A portable generator has been set up here. It is running, and powering a radio transmitter that's currently set to 26.70 MHz.

Somebody has spraypainted Welcome to the Fortress of Prostitution onto a wall.

You say "Ah, Reverand, we meet again. The world has moved on. As your books crumble into dust, my veins flow strong with the blood of immortality. *pulls a plastic monkey mask over his face* Tell your gods that I thank them for their apathy. Praise Chaos!"



Player ID: 1013688
Coordinates: 87-40
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