[ VOICE ]

[followyoutohell]

I hope you will excuse me, Lord Cain, but I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea where I am. Or rather, I am certain it is some sort of strange desert, but knowing that much is hardly enough to understand, as is the case usually in this place, it seems--

[...and SUDDENLY.

STATIC. conveniently enough]

░░░░ and I ░░ afr░░d I may ░░░░░░ delayed ░ere. ░░░░░░░░ain, I do hope you ░░░ doing well despite the-- ░░░░░░░░░

----@#(░░░░%*&%@@░░░░░░░#$%░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

[GOSH, THOSE ARE SOME STRANGE NOISES SUDDENLY. and lots of static. almost as if the Network Device is being rubbed against the sand on purpose full of sand too, but that makes sense. totally.

Oh, and, by the way--]


[FILTERED: ALEXIS HARGREAVES | unhackable ]

What a fortuitous turn of events.

I hope you know, this charade is growing extremely tiresome.

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Comments

[misterblackbird]

Riff, where are you?

[followyoutohell]

░░░ only know I am ░░░░at seems ░░░░ an endless desert.

[misterblackbird]

A desert? At least that means you're in the same place as I am.

Riff, I've heard that there's not one City at the moment, but two--one of sand and one of glass. It may be possible to leap from one to the other, though I don't know which is the better place yet.

[followyoutohell]

Two cities?

That is troublesome.

[misterblackbird]

Yes, or so I gleaned from what my father said. While we're here in this desert, he claims in another City entirely. Still, it does seem to be true from what some others have said.