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  1. Idea: verbose version of Repercussions of Evil.

    1. dew


      John Stalvern waited with all the power of his tall, muscular build and beautiful flowy hair. The old and poorly maintained gas discharge lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air in an annoyingly erratic yet repeating rhythm, making John wonder how negligent a company can get with their own budget if they don't even invest in the cheap and reliable luminescent technology of the modern age. There were demons in the base. He didn’t quite see them because of the eye damage he gradually contracted by working under such unsatisfactory lighting conditions for an extended period of time, but had expected them now for years. His highly rational and well researched warnings to Cernel Joson, a laughably stereotypical bureaucrat who greased his way with nepotism and sucking up throughout his entire career, were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway, later than anyone could've imagined, although on the other hand it was hard to tell what time it actually was with the faulty dim lighting inside of the base.