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Hi everyone. I felt like it was time to come out of the sewer. So I'm new here and decided to make a post telling the story of my journey. Now I know that this is meant for forums, but I'm sure there are people here who could find something relatable in this Torn city. 

It started when I wanted to be alone with my mobile device to "pass time." So I went to the nearest closet to try to hide. However upon cracking the door, the sight of spandex, synthetic leather, rainbow colored lighting and the nauseating smell of fecal matter quickly saw me slam the door shut. I was once told that the closet was where skeletons were hid, but this one had living, and very strange people in there.

So as I wandered down the street looking for dumpsters or cardboard boxes for peace in my slice of a broken paradise, I came across an open sewer cover. (PTSD from door #1 has me afraid to use the actual word this hole in the ground is called). Anyways I climbed down into this dark but rather expansive underground network. I wasn't alone. As far as my eye could see, beneath the city streets, there's a whole demographic of people who slipped away unnoticed, and have been so immersed by their respective motives, my presence did nothing to disturb their void. 

It felt like I belonged, but it also felt like this space of the perpetual night had something in store. Something more than a simple spot to pass the time in peace. The opening through which I had entered closed loudly above my head. I felt compelled to climb back out quickly, but greater still was the overwhelming echo of silence that beckons one to stay a while...

To be continued. 

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The location was communal. New to the city, and homeless at that point. Lots of new realities, and too much to process at once.

Hi everyone. I felt like it was time to come out of the sewer. So I'm new here and decided to make a post telling the story of my journey. Now I know that this is meant for forums, but I'm sure there are people here who could find something relatable in this Torn city. 

It started when I wanted to be alone with my mobile device to "pass time." So I went to the nearest closet to try to hide. However upon cracking the door, the sight of spandex, synthetic leather, rainbow colored lighting and the nauseating smell of fecal matter quickly saw me slam the door shut. I was once told that the closet was where skeletons were hid, but this one had living, and very strange people in there.

So as I wandered down the street looking for dumpsters or cardboard boxes for peace in my slice of a broken paradise, I came across an open sewer cover. (PTSD from door #1 has me afraid to use the actual word this hole in the ground is called). Anyways I climbed down into this dark but rather expansive underground network. I wasn't alone. As far as my eye could see, beneath the city streets, there's a whole demographic of people who slipped away unnoticed, and have been so immersed by their respective motives, my presence did nothing to disturb their void. 

It felt like I belonged, but it also felt like this space of the perpetual night had something in store. Something more than a simple spot to pass the time in peace. The opening through which I had entered closed loudly above my head. I felt compelled to climb back out quickly, but greater still was the overwhelming echo of silence that beckons one to stay a while...

To be continued. 

First of all the GIF is a nice touch. Hilarious actually.

Anyways as a person who actually doesn't care for profanity of any sort, I genuinely do concur that the censorship isn't in keeping with the already unavoidable established 'appeal' (function) of the game. Let people speak as they would. If they get offended, they're free to just opt out of the game altogether; and if it's to appeal to kids, then, really?