My classmates and I enter a portal to some kinda tropicalish island. We then run down the corridor we are placed in, with fences on either side. we run in an open gate in the fence, and run around. There's some machinery by the gate, and the fence looks chain-linked. By this time people have heard us, and the people that are in the house which is sitting, off center, in this fenced off segment are yelling at us in some weird language. The officials are evidentially on to us too, as we're all caught shortly and, I believe, taken back across the portal. The authorities on our side reprimand us as well.
We slowly reenter the portal individually, making friends, learning their acronyms, hiding our things in crevices and living in public. I began to steal money from their bank.
There is a enclosed pool area off of the town-center-ish place where people stand along the edges at the glass wall, you can put money through a slot above your head where it's taken by a hand in the floor for gambling. There are grates under the areas where people are to stand.
An apartment complex in the area consists of two shelves, with a door over them, where people, including the owner, sit.
Posted by Trevor Savage at July 2, 2003 10:44 PM