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1/5/2015 2:12:33 PM
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*A cacophony of noise assaults your every sense, and you black out. You wake up exactly 0.6 seconds later to see the basement door swing shut behind you , plunging you into darkness*
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What the heck
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*the only light you see is that of a smartphone at the bottom of the stairs. It is not yours*
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That's nope not gonna touch that
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*that would be wise* *you are currently locked in, however. All sound on the other side of the door has ceased to reach your ears. No help is coming. Where else to go but down?*
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*thinks what if I kick the door in I am a Spartan after all*
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[spoiler]bad things happen to people who mess with that door. Fair warning.[/spoiler]
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Never Mind that's a bad feeling well *walks further down the steps*
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*the phone blinks noiselessly; it's received a message.*
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*walks over and looks at message* [spoiler]what does it say[/spoiler]
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*the auto-lock shuts off the screen as you start to read it*
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*Turns on screen*
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*the screen does not recognize the touch of your gloved fingers*
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Come on *pulls off one of the gloves then tries*
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*the screen blinks to life with a new message the instant your hand slides free of your gauntlet; the new message says "RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN" The old one says "your services are required."* *Before even your spartan reflexes can react, tiny fingers made from bones--too small to be human, even a newborn's--eel out from the cracks in the phone's casing and burrow into your now exposed skin. The world goes dark around you* *you wake up outside the basement door, recent events already fading away in your mind. You don't know why, but right now the most logical thing to do, in the entire world, seems to be stabbing Revan through the throat and taking his left eye*
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Man crap
