Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170202190137

"Oh this is wonderful, wonderful..." Earl moaned, coming close to foaming at the mouth.

They entered into a boardroom, with a large oval table at the room's center, with rolling chairs seated around it. All the chairs had a skeleton sprawled in them, except one, which sat empty.

"You see, Susan?!" Earl shouted, sprinting down the oval table and getting right up in the face of the skeleton that was sitting at the table's head. "I did make something of myself!  I'm still alive!  I got out!  And you-- you're dust!" The skeleton had no response.

He stood up straight and dusted his hands off, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Let me show you the project sketches." He invited Strauss.

The doors sealed shut behind Jim, locking him in darkness. The elevator shifted suddenly, and began to rise, and suddenly the room was awash with light.



The wall of the elevator was glass, and now it had risen out of the chamber on the first floor, he could see all of Seattle stretched out before him. South Tower with the massive symbol of the Cause on it. Troll Warren, with it's massive wall and dwellers constructed from shipping containers. Fort Lawton, with it's sprawling fortifications, the pier along Puget Sound, the seperated colours of Pioneer Square, Mercer Island with it's well-to-do settlement, the massive castle that housed Beacon Industries. He could even see the Alaskan Pipeline Tunnel, stretching into the distance until it was a dot on the horizon.

In the sunlit glow of the morning, Jim could see all this in so much more as he gradually rose higher above the Emerald City.

Then the elevator rose into a new chamber, locking him in blacknesss, before the doors unsealed.

A ghoul stood outside the elevator, not blocking his way, but standing at the ready, prepared to guide him.

"Hello, Jimmy Hailey." The ghoul said to him. The ghoul, a man, was wearing a soft robe, one you'd expect to see on perhaps a Catholic monk, if those still existed. "We welcome you to the Seattle Space Needle, home of the Shambhala." The ghoul gestured for Jim to exit. "Please, allow me to guide you."