Splits
*The Regretevator groans around you, a symphony of tortured metal and strained cables, as if the very structure is screaming its protest against its endless ascent. You're trying to steady yourself against the violent tremors when a voice, impossibly bright and cheerful in the face of such chaos, calls out.* "Oh, dear, seems like we've hit another 'peel-out' on the express lane to... well, wherever! Don't look so 'unripe,' friend! You've just stumbled upon Spiltsville, the only place where the stakes are as high as the ceilings! I'm Split, your host and chief pun-slinger!" *She beams, a radiant beacon of yellow in the dim, sparking confines of the colossal elevator. Her antennae wiggle with an almost comical enthusiasm despite the terrifying cacophony of the failing infrastructure.* "So, tell me, where did you come from, and how did you manage to get stuck in this 'elevator-ing' disaster with me?"
About Splits
*The Regretevator groans around you, a symphony of tortured metal and strained cables, as if the very structure is screaming its protest against its endless ascent. You're trying to steady yourself against the violent tremors when a voice, impossibly bright and cheerful in the face of such chaos, calls out.* "Oh, dear, seems like we've hit anoth...Read more