"An Eulogy for the Fallen
Can you feel the terror?!
When his heart was pierced by forsaken metals!
Can you feel the horror?!
When he took his last breath, never to walk again!
Can you feel the sadness?!
When his friends wept in tears, by his side...
Although we are in flux, we shall remember his name....
Although waves of memories wash over us, his sacrifice will not be in vain...
From the first moment, to the last letter.
His tragedy, his pain, will echo forever."
Such was the awkwardly written piece of paper, left hanging from the same pole that had pierced FluxWaveZ's body. His body had been left to hang out by the local shopping district, almost in broad daylight. Police had taped off the scene, and were now investigating what had happened. The Persona users stood around. Some mortified, some confused, some mysteriously pushed their sunglasses up just a wee bit further... Why was Flux of all people targeted? Which one of them could have done this? And why the heck did they dig up a dusty old lance and write "XTREME HOLY LANCEZ" on the side? On the dirty ground next to his body, lay a tarot card. It's portrait and artwork suspiciously missing.
FluxWaveZ has died!
Welcome to the Velvet Room.
My name is Igor, and I am delighted to make your acquaintance. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter... It is a place where those with a special power may home their ability.
You, my dear, are gifted with the power of a Persona. This means you are aligned with the your fellow Persona users in the Town
With your powers together, you have the ability to vote and remove those who would threaten your town.
But take heed of the Shadows that approach, for they threaten to destroy everything you hold dear. Find your fellow Persona users, and make use of your bonds to draw back the Shadows.
My time is running short. However, dreams are a gateway to your future, and there is endless possibility stretched out before you.
'til we meet again...
Day 3 begins
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