I feel like I'm roleplaying as a corpse. Remember the fridge hidden in the wall? Well, there is a guest bed too. Yes, very much like the containers at a morgue.
I'm not even complaining it's kinda great. There is sound isolation and total darkness. I'm still not too sure on how air even passes through but that's a detail. I slowly get out. On the ground is the old mage. He's lying flat on his belly. Sometimes spasming a bit. I gently kick him.
[Wakey wakey, it's morning!]
He finally gets up grunting. Wow. It seems his roleplay is even better than mine. His body is acidic a bit. On the ground, he left a trace. An indentation following the exact shape of his body. It's not white chalk but it gives the same vibe.
I can see the wife scowling at him, but with reason haha. Guess what we have for breakfast? Same exact same thing as yesterday. She also insists the mage eats everything this time around.
