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[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
You... wake up, but not in the storeroom. You're somewhere else entirely. All you know about your situation is that it's dark, the tile floor's wet, and it smells like death.

[OREOSOME]

Alexander got up, and looked around the room.
"Ugh... Where am I?"

[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
It's too dark to make out any shapes whatsoever, so instead you feel around yourself for something to indicate where you are. Your hand comes in contact with something with a leafy texture. Whatever it is, it's somewhat sticky and has the malleability of something just a bit firmer than muscular flesh. It's about the thickness of your thigh and cold to the touch.

[OREOSOME]

Alexander decided to inspect the object, curious what it could possibly be.

[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
Further inspection reveals that it's in the shape of a severed thigh. Alexander's holding a bit of dead person. He's probably also sitting in a bit of dead person.

[OREOSOME]

Alex drops the thigh, and slowly backs away from the corpse, looking afraid.
"My god... I need to get out of here."
Horrified, he searches for an exit.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Quiet, pinkling. Sit down and et your unspecial head clear. And give me a second to think in peace. I need to help this illiterate cat.

Ralu reads the text in blood.

[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
Your frantic attempts to escape, for the most part, only result in tracking sap and blood around. The floor transitions from tile to carpet. You also discover that there are more corpses in this room and that they are of all of the sentient species, with a relatively larger concentration of Nyelrrithics. A Demonblood's horn, daggerlike in design, clacks under your feet right before you bump into something hard, the top at the height of your hip. You think it's made of metal and it seems to have paper on it. You stumble onto it face-first, scattering whatever was on it to the ground.

Ralu:
For one, Alexander is nowhere near you. Ith must think you're talking to yourself. Ehh... Lotuses aren't especially known for their sanity, so it makes a bit of sense for you to be insane already.

Anyways, the text says,
"Jutït, xor naijarït, aqrî, Ïloîal, Dëxöz, Junên, qö Nâsjez! Ad kjem do Shudovaij wibêthloqt lôn! Ad Gamâz Doktor wipêcloqt sejar!"

You look at it for a few seconds before involuntarily mumbling it to yourself phonetically. It seems familiar, but you can't quite figure out what it says.
"Yoo-tit, sor ny-yar-it, ogg-ree, I-loi-ull, Duh-soohzh, Yu-nen, kooh Nayz-yayzh... Odd kyaym doh Shu-do-vy-yeh wee-beth-loct loohn... Odd Gah-mayzh Doke-tor wee-petch-loct say-yar..."

Saying the words gets your memories returning. This is in Cêmïral, an offshoot of Warspeak that takes elements of German and Kestvoshorik. The alphabet was heavily inspired by Cyrillic, Greek, and Latin. It's most commonly spoken in the Exile colonies, where the Iloial who don't fit in, are insane, or are religious/political criminals are sent. The writing, while crude, is grammatically correct. It says, roughly,
"Run, or die, all, Iloial, Demonblood, Human, and Nyelrrithic! A/the age of Shudovaij will come on! A/the Plague Doctor will oversee it!"
You don't recognize the word "Shudovaij", but it has "ij" at the end, making it likely a plural.
(You just remembered Cêmïral, so now you can speak it. When doing so, you need to put <Cem> between the first quotation mark and the first word of the quote.)

[OREOSOME]

He squirmed about on the floor, before deciding to Inspect the piece of paper.
"What the frak happened here? It's like a Massacre happened here!"

[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
It's a piece of bloody paper. Still too dark to see. Upon moving the paper, something plastic and almost cylindrical rolls off the surface and onto something cushioned and at half the height, next to you.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Hm. Some insane rantings. Don't worry yourself with it."

Open the metal crate.

[OREOSOME]

As he stumbled through the dark, he looked for the cylindrical object.

[Slayerhero90]

Ralu:
The crate does not contain a flashlight. However, it does contain a stack of basic employee uniforms, likely for the people who work at the desk. Just some businesswear with a few green accents, numbering about ten sets. By the way, there's a reason I haven't included anything you started out with in the inventory. You woke up with nothing. Figure out what to do with the outfits. Probably should have given them to you earlier. Sorry.

Alexander:
Fumbling around, you pick up a flashlight from a remarkably dry chair. You flick it on and see that it has batteries. The light shines on a Nyelrrithic corpse. Her body is covered in insects, burrowing into her skin. A bit of unsettling information, by the way; her skin hasn't even shown any signs of pallor mortis yet. She died within the last 20 minutes or so, while you were sleeping.

[OREOSOME]

With the flashlight in his hand, Alex decided to look around the room, for anything that could possibly be of use.

[Slayerhero90]

Alexander:
Desks, filing cabinets, corpses, rolling chairs, computers, keyboards, photoframes, pencils, and paper. That's most of what you see, the rest being walls, floor, and cieling. On the desk you bumped into, the note you dropped lies face-up, saying something in a different language than Ralu's blood message. Started with an R, though. You remember that...

Other things lying on the desk are a pencil, a mouse, a damaged monitor, a bloody keyboard, a small, round, glass paperweight, and a book, written in English.