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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[bitingcynicism]

[DNW but yes, there will be entering, gun drawn.]

[daddyderpest]

[maybe a door is hiding somewhere. go in further and look?]

[bitingcynicism]

[... You and I both know there won't be a door but more things to MAKE ME HAVE THOUGHTS!!!

Goes in further anyway.]

[daddyderpest]

[the further you go in, the more pictures there with you in them. ♥ and it smells mysteriously like pancakes.]

[bitingcynicism]

[Can deal with personal pictures. Also, whut pancakes?]

[daddyderpest]

[if you walk long enough (and it is a very long way) you find another door. the smell is strongest here. go through?]

[bitingcynicism]

[Sure.]

[daddyderpest]

[you enter a room full of teetering piles of pancakes, covered in a mysterious red gloopy syrup.]

[bitingcynicism]

[.... That syrup better be strawberry.]

[daddyderpest]

[it is! taste or look for another door?]

[bitingcynicism]

[DOES IT SMELL LIKE STRAWBERRY?]

[daddyderpest]

[IT SURE DOES! and the pancakes smell delicious.]

[bitingcynicism]

[Fine... I will taste test.]

[daddyderpest]

[the pancakes taste like dust. the syrup tastes like not much of anything.]

[bitingcynicism]

[... Surprising. Also, ew.]

[daddyderpest]

[a door is drawing itself into existence on the far wall. do you go through?]