[ Inside the building, various colored pieces of paper mache cover the lit up menu boards and other lights, giving the interior a rainbow-colored glow. Benches and tables have been pushed against the walls, allowing most of the space to function as a dance floor, and sure enough, rap music is playing from… somewhere. The walls themselves look like they’re covered with various graffiti. There are drinks along the countertop, as well as… cans of spray paint? ]
[ When you try the drink, it tastes like cola and vodka mixed together. You witness another memory: This time you're dancing in the club, dancing faster than any normal human could. Kids are cheering for you, until another voice breaks through the crowd: "Quit showing off, stupid mutant." You feel a rush of anger and the knowledge that you could kill this kid... You could use your powers to do that. He's practically asking for it. But you won't, because you're better than that. You're better than him. ]
[ The graffiti seems to be done by rival factions. Half is stuff like "Mutants Suck" and "Death to all freaks," while the other half is stuff like "Human Crew = Crap Crew" and "Powers over Posers." ... It seems like the graffiti was written by kids. ]
[ As you mount the gleaming steps to the town hall, the smell of blood hits you. It’s weak, at first, but the closer you get to the building’s front entrance, the stronger it becomes. It doesn’t seem like anything great is waiting for you inside. ]
[ Weren’t you walking up the steps to get into the building just a second ago? Now you’re clearly in a basement room—a makeshift hospital, by the looks of it. There are several cots lined up against the walls, their sheets turned down as if waiting for someone to occupy them. It’s obvious that someone had been trying to keep the place clean until recently, but now… Now there are medical supplies scattered everywhere, and worst of all, there are dead kids lying on the floor, lined up in rows, like tiny fallen soldiers. Their eyes stare sightlessly at the ceiling. A sick sense of acknowledgment hits you—these kids died because of something you did. At the same time, you don’t necessarily feel guilty. It’s just the truth. ]
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Payment?
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For the McClub, obviously. Didn't anyone tell you? You need to pay batteries to get in.
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[going to investigate the drinks]
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[ The graffiti seems to be done by rival factions. Half is stuff like "Mutants Suck" and "Death to all freaks," while the other half is stuff like "Human Crew = Crap Crew" and "Powers over Posers." ... It seems like the graffiti was written by kids. ]
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[is it possible to check behind the counter?]
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[lets go see the town hall]
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[ As you mount the gleaming steps to the town hall, the smell of blood hits you. It’s weak, at first, but the closer you get to the building’s front entrance, the stronger it becomes. It doesn’t seem like anything great is waiting for you inside. ]
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