Saturday, June 16th, 8:00pm
Edward (and Kyra)
Edward sits at the window. Kyra staggers down the aisle and takes the seat beside him.
Kyra: Hey I know you. 165 more words
By the look of the shops, electronic music is about to hit that mid-year crappy zone where everyone pisses off to play at some terrible festival or other and pretend they’re some synth-nerd version of Jimi at Monterey while simultaneously tweeting about how awesome they and all their friends are, and how DJ How-Are-You-Still-Alive is totally awesome/sweet/killing it (delete as applicable.) Even worse, everyone who works at the Ministry of Represses are on their way to becoming infatuated with their own summer brilliance, and have decided to take a three month sabbatical so they can concentrate on curating an instagram thingie of their warm weather selfies. 729 more words
(AN: Can I mention how i find slightly amusing how everyone was misguided about how this story would proceed with the dungeon part? I mean, sure, I didn’t say how it would happen in the prologue, but hey, the title says dungeon EXPLOITATION. 4,978 more words