| The static grows better and worse at the same time. People will notice that they begin to stabilize--but only them. Everyone around them is more often a static smear or not there at all than they are there and able to talk and interact properly. Even tablet-based conversation is effected--videos and voice conversations are as unreliable as speaking to someone in person, with long breaks in the conversation perceived by each individual. They can't hear the places where they break off or vanish, only where the other people break off and vanish. Text conversation is more reliable, but there's still interruptions of junk characters and missing text. The shadows, meanwhile, seem to be becoming more solid. Even as they are composed, now, entirely of static, they seem to have a solid outline to them that's more reliable than any of the other travelers. When they draw near, there's a hissing white noise in their presence that, when listened to, forms whispering, urgent words: "kill the prophet, kill the prophet, kill the prophet", over and over and over. There's a creeping paranoia that crawls into the minds of every traveler of Norfinbury. It gets harder and harder to ignore as the day wears on: you're the only one here. You're the only one here, and everyone else is some sort of hallucination or fake created by the forces of the town. You've been alone this whole time. It sounds more and more true. And it makes sense, right? You can't even see everyone else three quarters of the time right now. So maybe that's it--maybe you're just alone...? |
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