Hello, everybody. J. Farron here with the J-R-W-I-P-S-A.

I just wanted to remind everybody that sometimes things suck.

But it's okay. You can just walk out. You can leave.

Work. Social thing. Family.

Girls' experimental juices.

Cleaning duty. Chips, speeches.

Your destiny.

Heldrich agreements with powerful entities.

Giant bug creatures if you're stealthy enough.

The black sea.

If it sucks, hit the bricks. Real winners, quit.

Thank you for listening. This has been a J-R-W-I-P-S-A.

Previously on the black sea, the three of you and your crew arrived in Onoa.

They had to break through the trees at the north entrance and to the river that

dissected through the island, cutting it into the west end and the east end.

You pass by this abandoned port of the north, noticing the decayed town and the

shambling corpses wandering throughout. Eventually, you came to the center and what seemed to be

the largest port town of the island. Got off on the west side.

Interestingly, there were not as many of these wandering souls, but you did find a construct.

You met Marble, who was made of this intertwined organic matter.

You received a glass bottle holding a rose, which contained a note mentioning something

in left behind on the east side of Onoa, related to the legacy of the black rose.

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