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Dark business that seems only suitable for the streets takes place here. Footsteps echo down narrow pathways that wind between dilapidated buildings.

There are 0 people here The most recent statement was made about 182 hours ago.

: test

: grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

: craptown

: camptown races.

: shit on a .....

enter: what?

about: This is bob.

about: bob is annoyed.

about: finally

: testa

: Pooftah

The Emissary of the Twin Arts: XX

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: *a large imposing figure stumbles into the alleyway from the streets, slams an open palmed hand onto the brick wall and proceeds to unload the contents of his stomach* BLAAAARGH BLURP BAAAH BUUUUURP! *what splatters on to the ground, and his chained leather boots, is neon green, contains all manner of wiggling nasties and leaves a smoking, cindering, trail as he lurches forward wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his ripped heavy metal band t-shirt*

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: *a slow toothy grin begins to form as the stinking hulking man regains his composure, shakes off and walks forward* .. wait till they get a load of me .. *he mutters and starts laughing like a loon just let out of the asylum*

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: What’s this .. *he murmurs, as an eyebrow cocks and his attention is gained by a brightly glowing sigil carved into the alleyway wall that contains the letters RWO .. * Peh! *he spits on the ground and with some concentration his hand begins spouting black fur and growing in size .. *

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: *with a sharp abyssal black claw he drags a deep scratch mark over the sigil, as it sparks and spits umbral dew and fireworks back at him* sHit FuCk! *he proclaims*

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: *content with his handiwork, the sigil marred with a rake of the claw, he grins, now rather stupidly, and starts laughing raucously anew*

jOhNNy rOTTenESs ~*the filth*~: *with a glance over the shoulder, and a sneer that would melt the paint off walls, he moves on through the alleyway and back on to the streets he claims as territory .. lo to any poor soul who crosses his path.*

Random passerby: *Shortcuts through the alley, and steps into the mess*

Random passerby: "Oh, fer the love of Gawd," *Groaning and shuffling trying to wipe the disgusting puke off his new sneakers as he makes his way out of the alley to look for a hose*

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The Fallen Angel's Back Offices (0)
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Necropolis Memorial Cemetery/Old Seville Mansion (0)
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The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.
Sewer System (0)
This dark damp sewer is home to the cities rodent population, and those who wish to travel unseen. There are many collapsed sections and the unwary are easily lost. The occasional bloated corpse has been found half devoured by rats and many unwanted items are dumped here.

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