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Wanderers
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“This fuckin’ sucks, man,” said Terry to no one in particular. The mouthpiece of his e-cigarette was mangled, but he still chewed it. He was completely out of cartridges and was half-inclined to summon new ones, but that would mean resting, and he knew that the moment he stopped walking that was it. It was basically giving up. So onward he strode, up and down staircases which he kept tripping on in the dim twilight, through corridors he could’ve sworn he’d already seen, and ever-watching the leylines.

The leylines. From time to time, he’d convince himself that he was beginning to make sense of them. Where they led. If you looked close, you could see little green pulses running along them. For a while he’d tried to figure out pattern. If more of the pulses led one way, that was the direction to go. That hadn’t worked. He’d tried the opposite. That hadn’t worked. Some of the leylines didn’t seem to pulse at all. Following them had produced no results, though. Of course, that was too simple. So he tried counting; if there were an even number of pulses heading in a single direction, that was the right way to go. e g g Or maybe, maybe it was more complex than that …

He knew he’d been wandering for days. Time was weird in the Omniverse, sure, but he’d been in it for over a year now, and in that time he’d gotten a more intuitive sense of how time was really passing. You couldn’t trust the sun, the stars. You couldn’t even trust how hungry or thirsty you were. It was just … a sense. You got the impression from travelling between verses that time flowed differently in some than in others. And even, in some areas within the verses, more time had passed for some folks, whereas for some little communities it’d only been months since Diablo had been locked away.

Terry hadn’t been around when all that had went down, but the way they talked about it bothered him. Real end-of-the-world shit. That was a bummer. He’d hated it at first, but he had to admit the old O-V had grown on him. O-V. He mentally chastised himself for making that acronym. Christ, how long have I been talking to myself? “Too long,” he muttered aloud.

That’s when a deep voice answered him: “Terry?”
Curious about me and the characters I play? See the 'Staff' page! See also the rosters for my characters Samus Aran or Enel if you'd like to see examples of well-formatted rosters. Hope you enjoy the Omniverse!


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