PORTAL STORM MESSAGES 1 Story Index

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You smell a harsh chemical odor you can't quite place.
Your hair stands on end as a faint electrical tingle washes over you.
A giant hole opens in the sky, and several clouds vanish into it.
A giant hole opens in the sky, and several dark clouds emerge from it.
For a split second, the world grows hazy as if there were other shapes laid on top.
A hole in reality opens for a split second, and you can see your own back.
For a moment, all colors grow dull.
For a moment, all distances seem to shrink.
For a moment, all angles seem to bend.
A short figure quickly fades in and out of existence, too fast to see its features.