CRI01 (Sep 30, 2019)

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CRI01

Summary of Receipt

1313 leaves a receipt with nothing more than a poem. It seems to be from Fate or Cold, warning them that the Morningstar has somehow caused danger to the Cafe (i think) and that the Wicked is encroaching. He apparently asks if the Cafe wants to reset - somehow - or if they’re ready for the Crisis.

Transcript

DATE: 9/30/2019
EMPLOYEE 1313
RECEIPT:CRISIS01
STATUS: OPEN

Cafe Crisis.

Look, look towards the morning star.

See how its light glimmers bright.

It casts shadows of deep dark difficulty.

Diagnosis? Dire.

Look, look at the symptoms.

See how the blight burns bright.

Festering in a generation now destroyed.

Does the delirium make you shiver?

Does it?

Does it make you want to dance?

Scream?

Rip off your flesh and try again?

Do you feel the funk festering?

Diagnosis, dire.

No cure can come to stop the delirium.

And how can you mourn an epidemic of one?

Look, look, I’m trying to level with you now.

I see a terrible fire,

A horrid jaundiced fire,

A fire so cold,

A wicked yellow flame.

Fate is kind, in comparison to a Wicked end.

And you know,

Running hasn’t worked.

It never does.

Here, there, then,

Let the friendly face of Fate clue you in, now:

What difference does it make?

The only running left is running out of time.

Want to try again?

Or are you ready for the Crisis?

Diagnosis, dire.

Diner Diner.

:)

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