[Well this is unusual, thought November 11. One moment he was staring up at the night sky, the next he was here. Funny thing, this almost feels like being close to the stars. But there are no stars, and there's no blood on his clothes despite the sorry state of the fabric, and unless he really missed it, there also are no bullets in him. Instead it's all monochrome.
Well, no point in pondering things for long. November gets up to his feet, shakes his head and looks around. Ah, people! How neat]
Looks like we're all stuck in hell. That's too bad.
[November 11 sure said that with the same cadence one would comment about how it's a nice weather today. He doesn't really believe this is hell, yeah]
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Well, no point in pondering things for long. November gets up to his feet, shakes his head and looks around. Ah, people! How neat]
Looks like we're all stuck in hell. That's too bad.
[November 11 sure said that with the same cadence one would comment about how it's a nice weather today. He doesn't really believe this is hell, yeah]