#religies

Van ZuidWest naar NoordOost Nederland loopt de Nederlandse Bible Belt. De meeste orthodox Christelijke mensen leven in dit gedeelte van ons land. Toch is dit aan het veranderen. In mijn omgeving vind je bijna alle nationaliteiten. En veel van deze nieuwe Nederlanders hebben ook hun eigen geloof meegenomen. Jaren terug is er een overzicht van oude en nieuwe kerken in Amsterdam gemaakt.  Natuurlijk…

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Oh. Oh, dear god.

Darkleer clutched at his chest, feeling his internal organs squirm in displeasure. This was...a city street? How long had it been since he’d seen someplace so crowded? Hiding in the shadows of a looming building, unseen by most, he tried to get a hold on himself, sweat dripping from his face in plain discomfort.

After living in a cave for the equivalent of a decade or two, after all, who could possibly blame him?

   -+-> H0w...e%cruciating...

He muttered to himself, doing his best to catch his breath, but every time he looked out at the throng of people flooding the streets, he just couldn’t bring himself to take another step. The sun was bright, too bright, and the street loud, too loud. Crowded. Too crowded. He’d die. He’d really die. How embarrassing. For someone who once called himself E%ecutor, he deserved to be slaughtered for his uncertainty.

Darkleer didn’t even notice that he wasn’t alone before he turned around -- and bumped into someone quite a bit shorter than him, sending them off balance. Reaching out to grasp their (rather small) shoulder before they managed to collapse, the troll let out a light breath, only to realize he’d been holding it this entire time.

Welcome to Amaranth, Sigui!

Your welcome bag contains your Telepiece, a key coupon for Spiral’s End housing, and a plastic mug. Yay! For now, we’ll temporarily pair you up with a bean bag chair. 

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   -+-> Fidd1esti%.

   Your hoarse voice sounded out hollowly, accompanied by the sound of crunching metal. How long have you been at this? You’d been back in this city for a few days now, though you hadn’t spent much time in the open. Deciding that the sun was far too bright for your sensitive skin, you’d decided to spend the daylight hours within the confines of a warehouse, surrounded by scrap metal and your imagination.

   Unfortunately, your tools were less than satisfactory.

   -+-> ...

   With a disgruntled sigh, you toss yet another broken screwdriver on the ground. If you’d had access to your own tool kit, surely you’d be able to get somewhere. Unfortunately, these human tools were far too flimsy for your extraordinary STRENGTH. A shame, too...you could have done something great with all the resources around you. Programmed a robot or two -- perhaps even one which you could fight. The thought of it sends some perspiration down your brow. Truly, that would be something. Anything to get your mind off this place.

   Shifting the goggles on your face, you turn to the open door of the warehouse. It’s still light out...how unpleasant. Just as you’re thinking of turning back to the shadows, however, a familiar figure catches your sight. 

   Your teeth grit and you immediately feel the sweat drip coldly down your back. Even so, you stand from your crouching position and move a bit closer to the doorway, so you might call out and be heard.

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   Oh, my. Is that...a living creature you see? Indeed, as you approach, you notice that there is what seems to be a living entity draped in some sort of blue cloth. You step forward cautiously -- their small form likely symbolizes some sort of weak frame which shouldn’t be startled too much. Are they a kind of mutant...or an alien?

     -+-> Er...pard0n me...      -+-> I...seem to have g0tten 10st...      -+-> D0 y0u happen t0 kn0w where we are...?