Dahlia Strife - Revision history

LittleRed at 07:11, 16 July 2019

LittleRed — Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:11:36 GMT

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	*[[Get some rest, maybe there will be more answers tomorrow... if that damned guard doesn't have anything too sinister planned]]		*[[Get some rest, maybe there will be more answers tomorrow... if that damned guard doesn't have anything too sinister planned]]
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-	*[[Forget this, ~~this~~ asshat ~~has~~ walked off... a thin girl like me should squeeze through the bars no problem... hopefully]]	+	*[[Forget this, that asshat walked off... a thin girl like me should squeeze through the bars no problem... hopefully]]

	[[Category: Dahlia Strife]]		[[Category: Dahlia Strife]]

LittleRed at 07:10, 16 July 2019

LittleRed — Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:10:22 GMT

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-	"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I ~~starred~~ at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.	+	"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I stared at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.

	I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners.		I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners.

LittleRed at 07:09, 16 July 2019

LittleRed — Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:09:32 GMT

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	''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.''		''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.''
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	"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I starred at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.		"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I starred at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.

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LittleRed — Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:09:08 GMT

Created page with '''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonder…'

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''This story is inspired by the choose your own adventure game called Fallen London. This is Fanmade, I have no ownership and have complete respect for the creators of the wonderful game.''
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"How did I end up here?" I sighed as I starred at the concrete ceiling in a dimly lit and cramped jail cell. The smell of sewage wafted through the small gated window at the top of the room. I wanted to cry, but I was too angry.

I heard a steady-paced guard approach the cell doors, I sat up on the wooden platform and took a couple steps forward to the door. I saw the uniformed man holding his lantern up to each cell as he passed by checking on the prisoners.

As he approached my door I grabbed the bars and proceeded to press my face gently against them, "Why am I here?" I demanded.

He tried to ignore me but I persisted, "Answer me!"

He turned towards me and smirked, "Why is a pretty little thing like you in here? Shouldn't I be asking you that, Dahlia Strife? Stop playing dumb and go to bed, I have a special surprise for you tomorrow
morning." His laugh was snotty and filled me with a sense of dread.

I bit my tongue and squeezed the iron bars and went and sat back down on the wooden platform... ''what should I do?'' I thought as I scrapped my hands through my black hair.

Do you:

*[[Get some rest, maybe there will be more answers tomorrow... if that damned guard doesn't have anything too sinister planned]]
OR
*[[Forget this, this asshat has walked off... a thin girl like me should squeeze through the bars no problem... hopefully]]

[[Category: Dahlia Strife]]