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The evening after Halloween, while a spooky atmosphere still fills the air, Dido Sybil invites her friends, allies and workmates to a campfire cookoff in the little forest by Saikhama base.
Together, the party builds a merrily crackling fire in a stone-ringed pit. Hot Dogs and Marshmallows are toasted on sticks and harmonicas are played.
As the sun recedes behind the trees, and shadows gather around the flickering campfire, Dido pulls out a flashlight and shines its beam under her chin.
"Gather round, gather round," she proclaims in a gravely voice. "Don't stray from the light, for we're going tell spooky stories tonight–!"
In a more cheerful voice, she continues: "So who wants to go first?"
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Eventually, it's Dido's turn. "As bizarre as it sounds," she says, "this is a true story."
Dido clears her throat. "When I was a child, I lived in a skyscraper, a mansion of glass and steel run by my mother. Back then, mom was always flying off to business meetings in the Sprawl or working late hours in the office, so I spent a lot of time alone. Whenever I got restless, I'd explore the skyscraper, wandering up and down stairs, poking my head into various rooms, riding up and down the dumbwaiters. The skyscraper was huge, and I rarely ever ran into anyone."
Dido pauses for effect. "One night, I was walking down a hallway...and realized I was being followed by a blue ball..."
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[Tell your own spooky campfire tale here! It can be a classic spine-tingler featuring psychopaths who leave hooks dangling on car doors, or something from your character's childhood or unique folklore tradition?]
The evening after Halloween, while a spooky atmosphere still fills the air, Dido Sybil invites her friends, allies and workmates to a campfire cookoff in the little forest by Saikhama base.
Together, the party builds a merrily crackling fire in a stone-ringed pit. Hot Dogs and Marshmallows are toasted on sticks and harmonicas are played.
As the sun recedes behind the trees, and shadows gather around the flickering campfire, Dido pulls out a flashlight and shines its beam under her chin.
"Gather round, gather round," she proclaims in a gravely voice. "Don't stray from the light, for we're going tell spooky stories tonight–!"
In a more cheerful voice, she continues: "So who wants to go first?"
[2]
Eventually, it's Dido's turn. "As bizarre as it sounds," she says, "this is a true story."
Dido clears her throat. "When I was a child, I lived in a skyscraper, a mansion of glass and steel run by my mother. Back then, mom was always flying off to business meetings in the Sprawl or working late hours in the office, so I spent a lot of time alone. Whenever I got restless, I'd explore the skyscraper, wandering up and down stairs, poking my head into various rooms, riding up and down the dumbwaiters. The skyscraper was huge, and I rarely ever ran into anyone."
Dido pauses for effect. "One night, I was walking down a hallway...and realized I was being followed by a blue ball..."
[3]
[Tell your own spooky campfire tale here! It can be a classic spine-tingler featuring psychopaths who leave hooks dangling on car doors, or something from your character's childhood or unique folklore tradition?]
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"Spooky story about scariest thing ever..."
[Her tone was low and... did the lights flicker? They shouldn't have flickered right?]
"Is tiny thing... angry... chained up... trapped in cage. Always looking out at world. Could not touch, could not feel. People laugh at it. Say useless. Say broken. Say not live long."
[Interitus' voice grew hushed as she looked around as if afraid this thing was going to pop up out of nowhere.]
"Then tiny thing used cage to break and kill. Live out of spite. Destroy things, humiliate people who laugh at it. Died doing so... but..."
[Then the lights shut off, Interitus' eyes suddenly glowing a bright red in the dark!]
"TINY THING BROKE OUT OF BODY! WALK EARTH! NOW SCARY GHOST THING!!!!"
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Then the lights go out for reals! And glowing eyes!
"Um!" Dido stammers. "Uh, so what does this Scary Ghost Thing do? Besides walking the earth?"
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"Scary Ghost Thing stronger than was in life! Still can kill! Might even... be here."
[The last was somehow whispered to Dido from behind her.]
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Dido flails around and swings her marshmellow-roasting stick behind her! Hopefully no one gets a facefull of sticky smores!
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"Mmmm! It all true though."
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[Interitus playfully sends a 'THHHBTTTHHHT' at Dido. Or... at least she tried to. The marshmallow kind of made her mouth a little too gooey to do so.]
"Bweh. Don't want. Halloween too scary. Ghosts. Goblins. Ghouls. Pumpkin monster. Happy playing with friends and eating."
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