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Packrat's Keep (sabraather)
It’s dark, the lights dimmed through a century caked on the glass in dust and grime. The smell is the first thing anyone would notice. It is a pungent mixture of a garbage heap with mothballs and rot to accent it. If you didn't want a bath before, you'll probably want one now because you can just feel your skin begin to stick in the humid atmosphere.
Once you get past that unpleasant feeling, you'll notice right away at how much stuff there is. All sorts of treasure could be found in each direction you look in. Banquet tables creak beneath sumptuous banquets, the floor beneath littered with gnawed bones, crumbs, and rotting scraps. Broken toys are stuck with their dead batteries and screwdrivers. Random strings hang from empty spaces on the ceiling, long enough for anyone to reach.
Nothing seems organized whatsoever. It piles up to the ceiling which in turn makes tunnels inside of a single room. There's a tunnel to your left, a tunnel to your right, and a tunnel in front of you.
Once you get past that unpleasant feeling, you'll notice right away at how much stuff there is. All sorts of treasure could be found in each direction you look in. Banquet tables creak beneath sumptuous banquets, the floor beneath littered with gnawed bones, crumbs, and rotting scraps. Broken toys are stuck with their dead batteries and screwdrivers. Random strings hang from empty spaces on the ceiling, long enough for anyone to reach.
Nothing seems organized whatsoever. It piles up to the ceiling which in turn makes tunnels inside of a single room. There's a tunnel to your left, a tunnel to your right, and a tunnel in front of you.
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*buries his face in your shoulder*
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Why does it smell so baaaaaaaaaad...
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