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::átta:: -- Hér við stríða gegn...
Oct. 27th, 2010 05:52 pm[There suddenly appears a man with ghost white-hair with a similar grave-looking expression he had on like last time he had appeared in this terrible city. In that look, though, it is easy to gauge the disappointment within it.]
It is sad, but I'm back here in this city. It continues to look the same: decrepit, dirty, and depressing.
[The view of the pale man is then shifted to show the rest of the city in all of its horrible glory, moving along slowly catching the apartments and other terrible-looking buildings as well as possibly.]
Clearly, there has not been much progress or any at all. Tell me, did I miss much?
[He stops walking and the view is focused on one of the apartments.]
Because, to me...it does not seem so.
It is sad, but I'm back here in this city. It continues to look the same: decrepit, dirty, and depressing.
[The view of the pale man is then shifted to show the rest of the city in all of its horrible glory, moving along slowly catching the apartments and other terrible-looking buildings as well as possibly.]
Clearly, there has not been much progress or any at all. Tell me, did I miss much?
[He stops walking and the view is focused on one of the apartments.]
Because, to me...it does not seem so.
