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SimuCon 2018

2018-05-25T03:18:27Z

CRIME: /* Attendee List */

'''SimuCon''' is a yearly gathering in St. Louis near [[Simutronics]] headquarters usually taking place near the end of the summer.

2018 Dates have been announced to be Wednesday, August 8 through Sunday, August 12, 2018.
The primary venue is the Sheraton Westport Chalet. [https://www.starwoodmeeting.com/Book/SimuCon2018 Discount Hotel Booking Link]

==2018 Schedule==
TBD

==Attendee List==
You may edit this page to add your character to the list.

'''Players'''

{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| Maylan
| Naamit
| Rhayveign
| Tysong
| Madmountan
|-
| Naimon
| Telare
| Tykus
| Beldannon
| Qualeric
|-
| Cruxophim
| Seomanthe
| Zangow
| Rovvigen
| Mikalmas
|-
| Hoodtralfeck
| Chemaine
| Laraynis
| Synyster
| Rencelas
|-
| Maetriks
| Durakar
| Ragz
| Crime
|
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|}

'''Staff'''

{| {{prettytable}}
|-
| Palvella
| Galene
| Necios
|}

==See Also==
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/SimuCon/SimuCon%20%2718/view SimuCon 2018 Officials folder] (Simu board)
*[http://forums.play.net/forums/GemStone%20IV/Socializing/SimuCon/view Officials folder] (GS board)
*[https://discord.gg/eTvANvy SimuCon channel] (official Discord server)
*[https://discord.gg/f8Qkz4Y Unofficial Simucon Server] (unofficial Simucon dedicated Discord server)

[[Category:SimuCon]]

Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip

2017-02-28T03:13:44Z

CRIME:

A Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip is a unique and true major [[black ora]] weapon that was sold at the [[Great Auction of 2016|Great Auction of 5116]] (December 2016) in the Gold (Premium) tent. The highest bid of 53.9 million silvers for the kris went to Zerlin, who is rumored to have been an auction proxy for the well known blackguard, Crime Roy'al. Proof of this may rest in the fact the Kris showed up in Crime's hands moments after it left the auction tent.

===Properties===
It is a 6x enchanted [[kris]] with heavy (10) critical [[weighting]]. This very rare major black ora short sword has the normal black ora flares you would expect. It comes with an [[enhancive]] penalty to spirit recovery BUT includes an enhancive bonus of 1 to mana recovery and 3 to wisdom. It is major black ora so it has the teleportation ability, too.

===Messaging===
(unknown at this time)

===Loresong===
Have a [[pure potion]] handy if you decide to brave listening to this weapon...

'''Verse 1'''
:As your song flows into the black ora kris, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.

'''Verse 2'''
:The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.

:Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.

'''Verse 3'''
:With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora kris. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.

'''Verse 4'''
:The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora kris's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.

[[Category: Great Auction of 2016]]

Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip

2017-02-28T03:08:10Z

CRIME:

A Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip is a unique and true major [[black ora]] weapon that was sold at the [[Great Auction of 2016|Great Auction of 5116]] (December 2016) in the Gold (Premium) tent. The highest bid of 53.9 million silvers for the kris went to Zerlin, who is rumored to have been an auction proxy for the well known blackguard, Crime Roy'al. Proof of this may rest in the fact the Kris showed up in Crime's hands soon after it left the auction tent.

===Properties===
It is a 6x enchanted [[kris]] with heavy (10) critical [[weighting]]. This very rare major black ora short sword has the normal black ora flares you would expect. It comes with an [[enhancive]] penalty to spirit recovery BUT includes an enhancive bonus of 1 to mana recovery and 3 to wisdom. It is major black ora so it has the teleportation ability, too.

===Messaging===
(unknown at this time)

===Loresong===
Have a [[pure potion]] handy if you decide to brave listening to this weapon...

'''Verse 1'''
:As your song flows into the black ora kris, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.

'''Verse 2'''
:The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.

:Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.

'''Verse 3'''
:With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora kris. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.

'''Verse 4'''
:The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora kris's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.

[[Category: Great Auction of 2016]]

Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip

2017-02-28T03:02:27Z

CRIME:

A Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip is a unique and true major [[black ora]] weapon that was sold at the [[Great Auction of 2016|Great Auction of 5116]] (December 2016) in the Gold (Premium) tent. The highest bid of 53.9 million silvers for the kris went to Zerlin who was rumored to be a proxy to the well known blackguard, Crime Roy'al. The Kris showed up in Crime's hands soon after it left the auction tent.

===Properties===
It is a 6x enchanted [[kris]] with heavy (10) critical [[weighting]]. This very rare major black ora short sword has the normal black ora flares you would expect. It comes with an [[enhancive]] penalty to spirit recovery BUT includes an enhancive bonus of 1 to mana recovery and 3 to wisdom. It is major black ora so it has the teleportation ability, too.

===Messaging===
(unknown at this time)

===Loresong===
Have a [[pure potion]] handy if you decide to brave listening to this weapon...

'''Verse 1'''
:As your song flows into the black ora kris, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.

'''Verse 2'''
:The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.

:Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.

'''Verse 3'''
:With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora kris. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.

'''Verse 4'''
:The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora kris's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.

[[Category: Great Auction of 2016]]

Shield Specialization

2017-02-13T23:07:35Z

CRIME: Rogues get shield swiftness.

'''Shield Specialization''' is a maneuver system similar to [[Combat Maneuvers]] for [[Warriors]], [[Rogues]], and [[Paladins]]. Each rank in [[Shield Use]] provides one Shield Training Point, which can be used to train in various shield-based abilities and attacks.

A character may not devote more than 1 Shield Training Point per level to a single skill.

==List of available Shield Specializations==
<nowiki>*</nowiki>=Exclusive
{| class="wikitable sortable" {{prettytable|1=font-size:93%}}
|-
! Name
! Warrior
! Rogue
! Paladin
! Prerequisites
! Description
|-
| [[Small Shield Focus]] || X || X || || None || Adds attack bonus and CvA with small shields, unlocks other abilities
|-
| [[Medium Shield Focus]] || X || X || X || None || Adds attack bonus and CvA with medium shields, unlocks other abilities
|-
| [[Large Shield Focus]] || X || X || X || None || Adds attack bonus and CvA with large shields, unlocks other abilities
|-
| [[Tower Shield Focus]] || X || X || X || None || Adds attack bonus and CvA with tower shields, unlocks other abilities
|-
| [[Shield Bash]] || X || X || X || None || Attempt to wallop your foe with your shield, causing stance change/knockdown/RT/minor damage.
|-
| [[Shield Charge]] || X || || X || Shield Bash (rank 2) || Improved version of Shield Bash.
|-
| [[Shield Push]] || X || || X || Shield Bash (rank 2) || Push an enemy into another room and give RT.
|-
| [[Shield Pin]] || X* || || || Shield Bash (rank 2) || Fake a shield bash, followed by a weapon attack with critical weighting.
|-
| [[Shield Swiftness]] || X || X || X || Shield Focus (rank 3), small/medium shield || Reduces dodge DS penalty from shield.
|-
| [[Shielded Brawler]] || X || X || X || Shield Focus (rank 3) || Reduces [[MM]] penalty from shield.
|-
| [[Prop Up]] || X || || X || Shield Focus (rank 3), large/tower shield || Reduced chance to be knocked down from critical damage, CML defense against knockdown maneuvers.
|-
| [[Adamantine Bulwark]] || X* || || || Prop Up (rank 2) || Reduced RT inflicted on you by physical attacks.
|-
| [[Shield Riposte]] || X || X || || Shield Bash (rank 2) || Martial Stance, give extra RT to attacking opponents.
|-
| [[Shield Forward]] || X || X || X || None || Gain a bonus to defensive Shield Use after using offensive shield attacks.
|-
| [[Shield Spike Focus]] || X || X || X || None || Reduces the penalty when using a spiked shield to attack.
|-
| [[Shield Spike Mastery]] || X || X || X || Shield Spike Focus (rank 2) || Allows reactive shield spike flares.
|-
| [[Deflection Training]] || X || X || || Shield Focus (rank 3) || Redirect ranged/thrown attacks at enemies.
|-
| [[Deflection Mastery]] || X || X || || Deflection Training (rank 3) || Additional CML and maneuver defense.
|-
| [[Block the Elements]] || X || || X || None || Reduces damage from elemental flares and ball explosions.
|-
| [[Deflect the Elements]] || X || X || || None || Provides a chance to block elemental flares and ball explosions.
|-
| [[Steady Shield]] || X || X || || Stun Maneuvers (rank 2) || Reduces the penalty to block chance from being stunned.
|-
| [[Disarming Presence]] || X || X || || Disarm Weapon (rank 2) || Martial Stance, chance to disarm on a block.
|-
| [[Guard Mastery]] || X* || || || None || Increased effectiveness when [[GUARD]]ing.
|-
| [[Tortoise Stance]] || X* || || || Block Mastery (rank 2) || Martial Stance, reduced AS and additional block chance.
|-
| [[Spell Block]] || X || X || X || Shield Focus (rank 3), ensorcelled/anti-magic shield || Allows blocking magical bolts and balls.
|-
| [[Shield Mind]] || X || X || X || Spell Block (rank 2) || Ten seconds of automatic warding success while in defensive stance.
|-
| [[Protective Wall]] || X || || X || Shield Focus (rank 2), tower shield || Reduced DS penalty from conditions on group members/self.
|-
| [[Shield Strike]] || X || X || X || Shield Bash (rank 2) || Quick shield bash followed by weapon attack.
|-
| [[Shield Strike Mastery]] || X || X || X || Shield Strike (rank 3), 30 ranks [[MOC]] || End your mstrikes with a shield bash.
|-
| [[Shield Trample]] || X* || || || Shield Charge (rank 2) || Knock down multiple targets and give RT.
|-
| [[Shield Trample Mastery]] || X* || || || Shield Trample (rank 3), 30 ranks MOC || Additional targets for Shield Trample.
|-
| [[Steely Resolve]] || X || || X || Shield Focus (rank 3), tower shield || Bonus DS and block chance for a brief period.
|-
| [[Phalanx]] || X || X || X || None || Work with group members with Phalanx to grant your group extra block chance.
|-}

[[category:Shield Specializations| ]]

Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip

2017-01-22T22:01:17Z

CRIME:

A Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip is a unique and true major [[black ora]] weapon that was sold at the [[Great Auction of 2016|Great Auction of 5116]] (December 2016) in the Gold (Premium) tent. The highest bid of 53.9 million silvers for the kris went to Zerlin. Soon after it fell into the hands of Crime Roy'al, for an undisclosed amount, who also hired Sadie to bring it to 7x.

===Properties===
It is a 6x enchanted [[kris]] with heavy (10) critical [[weighting]]. This very rare major black ora short sword has the normal black ora flares you would expect. It comes with an [[enhancive]] penalty to spirit recovery BUT includes an enhancive bonus of 1 to mana recovery and 3 to wisdom. It is major black ora so it has the teleportation ability, too.

===Messaging===
(unknown at this time)

===Loresong===
Have a [[pure potion]] handy if you decide to brave listening to this weapon...

'''Verse 1'''
:As your song flows into the black ora kris, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.

'''Verse 2'''
:The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.

:Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.

'''Verse 3'''
:With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora kris. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.

'''Verse 4'''
:The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora kris's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.

[[Category: Great Auction of 2016]]

Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip

2017-01-03T01:51:26Z

CRIME:

A Black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip is a unique and true major [[black ora]] weapon that was sold at the [[Great Auction of 2016|Great Auction of 5116]] (December 2016) in the Gold (Premium) tent. The highest bid of 53.9 million silvers for the kris went to Zerlin. Soon after it fell into the hands of Crime Roy'al, for an undisclosed amount.

===Properties===
It is a 6x enchanted [[kris]] with heavy (10) critical [[weighting]]. This very rare major black ora short sword has the normal black ora flares you would expect. It comes with an [[enhancive]] penalty to spirit recovery BUT includes an enhancive bonus of 1 to mana recovery and 3 to wisdom. It is major black ora so it has the teleportation ability, too.

===Messaging===
(unknown at this time)

===Loresong===
Have a [[pure potion]] handy if you decide to brave listening to this weapon...

'''Verse 1'''
:As your song flows into the black ora kris, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.

'''Verse 2'''
:The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.

:Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.

'''Verse 3'''
:With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora kris. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora kris set with a hematite-etched grip, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.

'''Verse 4'''
:The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora kris's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.

[[Category: Great Auction of 2016]]