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Edited by TooFastForPat:
8/23/2015 6:17:58 AM
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[u]Zhackie[/u]
Zhackie walks through the crowds with his hands in his pockets, dodging pedestrians going the opposite way. A few of them turn their heads and look with shock at the size of the dog following him, Rom. Zhackie checks his Tac Pad again to make sure he is following the right directions to his destination, The Jopplings' Museum, or was it just Jopplings' Museum, Zhackie shrugged the question off and continued. he'd be rolling on his board, but the area was too damn crowded for that, so instead he trekked by foot with his board under one arm and being careful that the sword or rifle strapped to his back don't hit anyone passing by,[i] I hate crowds[/i]. Zhackie looked around as he got nearer to his destination.
English
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You enter the Museum through the main entrance, a grandly gigantic wooden double door, possibly 100 feet tall. It is gaped open to let the crowds sift through its doorway. Inside, you come upon a sprawling hall, much bigger than the doors. It leads to different hallways and rooms along its sides. Colossal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, which must be about 200 feet upwards. Skeletons of extinct animals and models of old machinery and technology sit upon podiums and hang from chords attached to the ceiling. On the side walls, warp kiosks are implanted on the wall, where people gather to get teleported into any room that describes a chosen piece of history they tell the kiosk.
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"Woah" is all Zhackie can manage as he observes the massiveness of his surroundings. Even Rom seems overwhelmed, he tilsts his head up and looks around as he follow. Zhackie walks over to the kiosk and searches up everything available on one keyword, Rosskaya.
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You are quickly warped into the Hall of Rosskaya. All around you, artificial snow falls from a fogged ceiling, and real pine trees grow in display cases depicting plastic models of men hunting snow hares in walkers. There is also a plaque on every display describing the scene depicted. Farther down the hallway, a display of Psion beheadings is seen, where onlookers shield their children's eyes as a helmeted head is lobbed off of its naked body by a guillotine, the scene paused by its artificiality.
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[i]They got guts showing that[/i] Zhackie thinks to himself. It may artificial, but they really hit it home. Zhackie walks further down the hall observing the plaques and displays on the way.
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You notice two men clothed in black talking near the corner of the room.
