You are standing in an unused chat room. There is a table with four chairs in front of you. One of the chairs is on knocked over. In the darkness, you can barely make out some graffiti on the wall. A breeze from the window makes clouds of dust scurry about like rats on the floor.
The graffiti is faded as if somebody tried to scrub it off the wall. All that remains is a purple blotch with what appears to be some blurry letters in the middle. HK1? MK1? Not sure what that's about.
it's been what? two years? I remember getting here every morning to pages and pages of conversation, to finish the nights with "guys, I really have to get to bed..." and now I only came here to see how many *days later* are displaying on the screen
