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Okay, okay, I admit it! My hive burned down. Completely destroyed, along with my recuperacoon, most of my oracles, and a fuckton of other supplies. At first I was going to just camp out in that warehouse, but then I decided to do something else instead! And let me tell you, this new place? At least 800% less flammable. Man, what a great idea. Before that event, I had never really thought "Oh hey, maybe I should consider living somewhere that isn't so brazenly wooden". Just another thing to be prepared for, I guess!

I'll be sure to thank the Animus for the reality check after I kick their asses.

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It is horribly uncharacteristic of you, but for some reason you cannot help but be the tiniest bit CONCERNED. Only the tiniest bit.

Then a DARK THOUGHT occurs to you. It causes you to PERSPIRE the tiniest bit. Only the tiniest bit. Okay who are we kidding you are EQUIUS ZAHHAK, it makes you PERSPIRE a lot.

A few hours later you decide to message VRISKA again, putting on the STRONGest encryption you can (which is PRETTY DANG IMPRESSIVE if you say so. And you do. Loudly).

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