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Milford Mall (kind of like The Office or Parks and

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*So, can you tell us about yourself?, (The Cameraman).*

*”Are the Rancor natives to Dathomir?...” Rory chuckled too himself. “So... anyways, I’m Rory. I am the proud owner of Camelot Comics and Games. We recently tried to revitalize the mall by bringing new shops and vendors, but unfortunately malls seem to be on the outs.*

Rory looks around expectingly as he opened his shop for the day. *As an attempt to get new customers, I suggested that we do a little rebranding ya know? So my thought is this, Milford Mall?! Please that names too long that’s why I suggest.... you guys are gonna love this.*

Rory pulls down a banner reading “The Milf” in giant letters. “Ah? Ah? Sounds pretty hip right?” (Rory)

“Um...” (Cameraman)

Milford Mall (kind of like The Office or Parks and

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(Cool, this is a good turn out! I’ll get the starter posted in a jiffy!)

The Legacy Pact

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Reese rolled his eyes still catching his breath, “There’s nothing rational about this situation.” He replied. He was being a d*ck and he knew that, but he wasn’t about to sit around while this book toyed with them. “I haven’t slept since that night. And one night... let’s just say I saw someone me sh*t, and every time I close my eyes it comes back.” He paused. He sat up, “I know I’m being stupid, but honestly I just want answers. That pastor has been gone for YEARS. Just one day POOF! And now, right when all this hits, he comes back?” Reese’s mind trailed off.

Nothing made since, that’s why he was chasing random people down. Hell, the pastor could b a coincidence after all. “I just, I don’t know what’s going on and I hate that. I hate that things turned out this way, I hate that there is not answers, and I f***ing hate that book!” He clenched his fists then relaxed them. “Yeah you’re right, I gotta start thinking before I get us in more trouble. Snooping around would only draw more attention to us.”

The Legacy Pact

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Reese was running full speed towards the shopping district where the shop was. He burst through the doors, “Mom where is he?!” He exclaimed. She jumped and drop a pot she was holding. “What the hell, has gotten into you Reese?!” She shouted. She drew her breath, and readjusted her thought process, “You missed him by a few minutes.” She replied, still slightly irritated by the spill. Reese looked at her expectingly. And she looked back confused. “Well where did he go?!” Reese inquired further. “Hell if I know, he said he moved somewhere on the east side of town or somethi-“ she wasn’t even able to finish before Reese bolted out.

Reese didn’t know what was going on but all of this was too strange to be coincidence, or at least he thought. His legs where starting to tire from all the running and suddenly they gave out beneath him. He fell and skid across the pavement. He rolled over on his back as he caught his breath. He started to realize that he was being reckless and out of character. Sure, he was impulsive, but rarely to the point of giving chase. This whole thing had his brain in knots.

The Legacy Pact

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(Added at segue to your character at the end)

Reese drew in a sharp painful breath as the page was revealed. The page was blank all for but one little smiley face in the center. Reese’s nerve ruptured at that instant. “Are f***ing kidding me?! No instructions, no f***ing clarity?!” Reese walked outside to try and grip ahold of his senses. They just murdered someone for this thing, and that was it? A child’s drawing? Reese was sort tempered at the best of times, so this just pushed him further off his rocker.

After a few minutes of silent reflection he walked back into the room. He remained silent as nothing he or anyone else said could change anything. The only this that they were certain about was that the book was the player and they were his pawns. His eyes were starting to get red from all the stress and irritation, hell he’d been in tears every night since the book appeared. He was about to loss his mind. Suddenly he jumped at the vibration of his phone. It was his mother, she said the Pastor stopped in and had moved back to town. “The pastor?” he thought. Suddenly his eyes widened “Father Warner!” He thought. That meant Lizzie was back as well. Though things were kind of in a bad place right now he was starting to recall the long lost member of the group. They’d left so suddenly and went heard from since. Reese, showed the text to the group. “I’m gonna see if I can catch them at the shop.” He said, walking out. The pastor coming back at this time was peculiar to say the least.