[EVENT START] day one hundred and eighty-nine: sunday, january 18th

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[ Day of rest? More like day of getting pulled into the world of your denizen! When you wake up, the door is open, an a shadowy hand pulled you in, slamming the door shut behind you. In the world, you are nothing but an observer, watching the worlds of your denizen start to literally crumble, images flashing before your mind. The only words you can make out is "it's because they..." and "it's fear".

You may only use the text and voice function of your communicators during this part of the event. You cannot go across to other stories, but you may find each other if you are part of the same stories! ]