032: The One About Summer Gaming

Dust drifted in the entrance, decay's snow dancing in the headlights streaming through the doorway. Two stairways flanked the foyer, curving to a second-story balcony. Framed portraits hung on every wall, barely an inch of curling wallpaper visible between them.Every face by scratched out or crossed out with black paint. All but hers. Blue light pulsed from above, beckoning her. Visit the website | Join the discord | Follow us on TwitchSocial LinksEric is MrTheHumanGianni is GianniDiCrostaNate is HeroicHeadgearPhil is Phil Bothun