Jordan Collins
You fall asleep in your dorm late at night after hours of slaving over more ANGD work. When you wake up, however, the UIW you are in is not the UIW you know. This UIW is dark, sinister- this college worships the eldritch gods, and where the bell tower once stood now rests a tentacle that has burst from the ground. Above it hovers an eye, always watching. All around you are posters, reminding you to worship the eye. The mood through the college is tense, afraid; no one makes eye contact, everyone shuffles around with their eyes at their feet. Any dissent against the eye is met with swift, unyielding punishment.
How will you survive in this place? Better yet, how will you return to your UIW?
You fall asleep in your dorm late at night after hours of slaving over more ANGD work. When you wake up, however, the UIW you are in is not the UIW you know. This UIW is dark, sinister- this college worships the eldritch gods, and where the bell tower once stood now rests a tentacle that has burst from the ground. Above it hovers an eye, always watching. All around you are posters, reminding you to worship the eye. The mood through the college is tense, afraid; no one makes eye contact, everyone shuffles around with their eyes at their feet. Any dissent against the eye is met with swift, unyielding punishment.
How will you survive in this place? Better yet, how will you return to your UIW?
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