[The room, of Ginia's choosing and design, is a glimpse into the battlefield she's grown up on. It's a cityscape with tall office buildings, parking garages, smaller buildings holding local businesses, open lots. Lamp posts, traffic lights, and the occasional tree line the sidewalk as abandoned cars sit on the asphalt road.
A city park cuts through the center, some trees, statues dotting the area. At the center is a water feature set into the ground, holes drilled into a brick walkway shooting up streams of water at set intervals.
It's an abandoned city, a wartorn city. Glasses are broken or boarded up, doors locked and barred, some buildings bombed out husks with unstable ceilings and foundations. Mines lay hidden on the streets as in some areas, in other, large pits cut across streets.
The city is both a testament to the ingenuity of man and their own self-destructive power. A world where the monsters aren't man-eating titans, but humanity themselves.]
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A city park cuts through the center, some trees, statues dotting the area. At the center is a water feature set into the ground, holes drilled into a brick walkway shooting up streams of water at set intervals.
It's an abandoned city, a wartorn city. Glasses are broken or boarded up, doors locked and barred, some buildings bombed out husks with unstable ceilings and foundations. Mines lay hidden on the streets as in some areas, in other, large pits cut across streets.
The city is both a testament to the ingenuity of man and their own self-destructive power. A world where the monsters aren't man-eating titans, but humanity themselves.]