Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32632608-20170908095401/@comment-32632608-20170909084954

//Spell correctly! Auto-correct is no excuse, since I have that too.

//The character isn't that all original, I could say.

Aikome: Well, thanks a lot. So, where exactly do you all want to go?

Daloryn enters a large building...

Constantine's market was a giant mall. There were air conditioners and water fountains too. It was surprisingly not too cramped, and he could freely go wherever he wants... Apart from obvious no-go zones. Their greatest stocks are machine parts and stored steam. Plenty of food stalls to get different kinds of snacks for the wastes.

Daloryn passes by a radio, and listens in on a little something.

"The mysterious entity that makes itself known in technology had struck down on satellites from before the desertification. Mammon may cause giant hunks of metal to fall from the sky with this reckless hack. We advise to take caution in these dead grounds..."

He hears people exchanging whispers about the news. Mammon, huh? That thing possesses quite a lot of power... Or free time.