Ar3345 i died today. hiding in some house, whose i can not remember. There was the terrifying sound of jets in the sky, each one we'd listen intently. for a secondary whistle, a high pitch noise cut amoung the deafening roar that would tell us that it would be our last moments. this time the whistle came, from the window i saw it. a streak of light falling from the sky onto the horizon followed by a flash of light and destruction. i told the others to get down and brace themselves in case we were far enough away that we might survive. i know i didn't. maybe the others were less lucky than i.
architectural - here to build new roads
hub - things that mostly connect to other things
news - if someone is paid to tell you what is happening you may ignore it safely.
purple - mystery, strangeness, twilight, death
safe - probably not harmful. maybe.
