heart and soul

[soldieronwards]

The ground falls out beneath you. You're in midair, you're surrounded by swirling clouds, and there's nowhere stable to put your feet. The space between your body and the turbulence around you feels poorly defined as well; where do you end and your surroundings begin? Is there a stable you in the first place?

But eventually--

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[glorious]

[hmm...continuing on further into the freezer for now]

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[soldieronwards]

It quickly grows cold enough that you can see your breath. The mist around you feels dry somehow, weighted more with a nebulous apprehension than with actual water vapor.

In this direction, the contents of the room grow grimmer--the knives have twisted blades, and the shelves are stocked with hollow-point bullets and vicious poisons.

You can make out the dim shape of a metal door on the far wall.

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[glorious]

[eyeing the poisons for a moment, then continuing on to the metal door]

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[soldieronwards]

Once you push through the fog some more, you can make out a few details. There's no label on this door, only a large red hammer and sickle:

☭

Something dark and reddish stains the bottom of the door and seeps out a bit through the small crack there.

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[glorious]

[eyeing the symbol for a long moment, then the dark and reddish stains at the bottom of the door...]

[...slowly opening the door and peeking inside, if he can.]

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[soldieronwards]

The door isn't locked, but it is stuck a bit in its frame.

You probably won't be able to open it in a subtle or sneaky fashion.

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[glorious]

[considers, then carefully grabs a knife from the wall to arm himself before ramming the door]

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[soldieronwards]

It opens. Red light spills through...