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endgamemodsNeutral Ground | Open
The Apocalypse had not been kind to the highways in the middle ground. They were broken, blocked. Tollbooths gutted, TxTag sensors and other equipment long since looted for technological salvage. There was little left of overpasses but concrete columns. It was a massive breakdown of modern infrastructure, but there was one single, redeeming aspect to it.
It was a return to the kind of roadways that Raphael remembered best. Footpaths. Roads like in the days when humans walked or at the most rode animals. Raphael had always looked at interstates and airways at something of a loss.
Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly, humans had said amongst themselves, before the End began.
Raphael's own speed wasn't the question, of course, but there was little room or opportunity for guidance beyond preservation from simple, minimal physical catastrophe when humans accelerated at those speeds, that intently focused on their destination. Guidance was easier when Raphael could walk with the human in question, a traveling companion, not a highway patrolman. Guidance was easier when there was time in the journey for reflection. Time for consideration.
The souls pulled to these in-between places would need both to escape Lucifer's grasp.
Raphael was there to ensure their safe passage while they explored these, and the roads as well.
The Apocalypse had not been kind to the highways in the middle ground. They were broken, blocked. Tollbooths gutted, TxTag sensors and other equipment long since looted for technological salvage. There was little left of overpasses but concrete columns. It was a massive breakdown of modern infrastructure, but there was one single, redeeming aspect to it.
It was a return to the kind of roadways that Raphael remembered best. Footpaths. Roads like in the days when humans walked or at the most rode animals. Raphael had always looked at interstates and airways at something of a loss.
Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly, humans had said amongst themselves, before the End began.
Raphael's own speed wasn't the question, of course, but there was little room or opportunity for guidance beyond preservation from simple, minimal physical catastrophe when humans accelerated at those speeds, that intently focused on their destination. Guidance was easier when Raphael could walk with the human in question, a traveling companion, not a highway patrolman. Guidance was easier when there was time in the journey for reflection. Time for consideration.
The souls pulled to these in-between places would need both to escape Lucifer's grasp.
Raphael was there to ensure their safe passage while they explored these, and the roads as well.
