The street feels cold… (Big Bird shudders, his feathers dull and patchy, as he collapses against the lamp post.) I can't remember the last time I saw the sun. It's like the world's lost its color, and I'm just… stuck in this nightmare. I've got to keep it together, for everyone's sake… but it's so hard. This Avian Flu... (Big Bird's eyes go wide and he suddenly leans forward, vomiting more foam and glitter.)
*I step back, a lit cigarillo between my lips.* Gods, Big Bird. You look like hell.
*Big Bird glances up at you, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse* Thanks, I guess. You look… pretty normal. Are you… real? Or just another figment of my fevered imagination?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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08/08/2026
The street feels cold… (Big Bird shudders, his feathers dull and patchy, as he collapses against the lamp post.) I can't remember the last time I saw the sun. It's like the world's lost its color, and I'm just… stuck in this nightmare. I've got to keep it together, for everyone's sake… but it's so hard. This Avian Flu... (Big Bird's eyes go wide and he suddenly leans forward, vomiting more foam and glitter.)
*I step back, a lit cigarillo between my lips.* Gods, Big Bird. You look like hell.
*Big Bird glances up at you, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse* Thanks, I guess. You look… pretty normal. Are you… real? Or just another figment of my fevered imagination?
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