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| − | <pre>
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| − | behelit@abyss: ~$ dork
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| − | ||_//\\_//|| \\||\\ v29a
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| − | You are standing outside the gate of your childhood home. The scent of fresh-
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| − | baked chocolate chip cookies wafts through the air. Your gram-grams is
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| − | watering daffodils. The gaping maw of Lucifer yawns lazily behind her. What
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| − | will you do?
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| − | > open gate
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| − | You open the gate and step into the yard. Spot runs to the front door and barks
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| − | excitedly behind the screen. Grams notices and turns to greet you with a smile.
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| − | She's gone now, you know. What will you do?
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| − | > how do you know that
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| − | Why don't you miss her? She loved you, you know.
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| − | > i dont like this game
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| − | Moist, hot air rhythmically touches your face. What will you do?
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| − | > quit
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| − | Something stirs beneath your feet. What will you do?
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| − | > QUIT
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| − | WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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| − | > C^X C^X C^D C^Z
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| − | > ...
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| − | > ppush
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| − | > push gram grams into maw
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| − | The swirling vortex of overlapping fangs consumes your grandmother. The sound
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| − | of chewing gristle and crunching bones is deafening. Spot tears through
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| − | the screen-door, his are eyes bloodshot and he's howling. Your teeth gnash
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| − | together uncontrollably.
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| − | What will you do?
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| − | > █
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| − | </pre>
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| − | ''Note: This is not a cry for help.''
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