[you are farther from the radio tower yeah. for a reference of where you are in relation to the tower, jiji is a little further than kdj, and aikawa is way across the map at a higher elevation. yay!
kdj learns nothing he didn't already know, and as he talks to himself and begins to head upstairs he will find that the radio continues to talk.]
"In the beginning of his tale, the greatest motivation that Dokja had was reading. Given it was the sole reason he was able to live on. It motivated him to continue to live day by day, looking forward to the new chapter in his favorite story. Finding a simple yet fulfilling happiness that gave meaning to him in what he saw to be a dark cruel world. However, towards the end it was for the sake of his End- his conclusion, that drove him to reach his goals. To reach that End, Dokja was willing to do whatever was necessary to obtain it."
[portraits hang on the walls of the first wing, variousimages and poses. as dokja walks though, he will get the sense he is being watched as well.
jiji, on the beach, decides that safety is for chumps. the campfire was put out really recently! like. extremely. there is still some smoke in the air. as he follows the footsteps he will have to figure out how to scale the fence or get through it, but the radio will flicker in static, providing him with another tidbit.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference."
[the sand shifts beneath his feet, but he will hear the sound of laughter ahead of him.
aikawa...picked a very, very terrible phrase for this actually, damn, because after a few moments a potentially familiar voice will laugh instead.]
"Thanks for the invite!"
[it's a warm, strange feeling, almost comforting for a moment as the fog rolls in and seeps its way under his mask. it invades his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and soon it settles around his brain as he feels himself lose control of his body. the ghost settles in, comfortably winding its way around the crevices of aikawa's brain before he feels himself begin to walk further into the forest, dropping his flashlight.]
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kdj learns nothing he didn't already know, and as he talks to himself and begins to head upstairs he will find that the radio continues to talk.]
[portraits hang on the walls of the first wing, various images and poses. as dokja walks though, he will get the sense he is being watched as well.
jiji, on the beach, decides that safety is for chumps. the campfire was put out really recently! like. extremely. there is still some smoke in the air. as he follows the footsteps he will have to figure out how to scale the fence or get through it, but the radio will flicker in static, providing him with another tidbit.]
[the sand shifts beneath his feet, but he will hear the sound of laughter ahead of him.
aikawa...picked a very, very terrible phrase for this actually, damn, because after a few moments a potentially familiar voice will laugh instead.]
"Thanks for the invite!"
[it's a warm, strange feeling, almost comforting for a moment as the fog rolls in and seeps its way under his mask. it invades his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and soon it settles around his brain as he feels himself lose control of his body. the ghost settles in, comfortably winding its way around the crevices of aikawa's brain before he feels himself begin to walk further into the forest, dropping his flashlight.]