Thread:Jallybwan/@comment-31680260-20180110204059/@comment-26234016-20180123011516

You ram yourself into the wall, throwing your shoulder against it. It springs back, a little violently, throwing you onto the bed. You will yourself to a halt, stopping in midair. Salem frowns, takes a couple steps back, and sprints into it.

The wall, or wall-mesh-material, breaks. Salem is floating in a sort of limbo, void of anything, with splotches of static scattered across. There is, at the moment, three other areas you can see among the blackness.