Why am I here? Is there a reason? I have no memories, yet this all seems so familiar. Maybe I was here in a past life? Maybe I'm dead, and I'm a ghost? Questions, so many question. Perhaps I should explore my surroundings. Yes, I shall do that. Maybe I will figure out my next course of action that way. |
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It has been a week... or at least it feels that way. I tried counting, but it is as if the numbers aren't going any further. 1... 2.... 3... sure, I am counting, but it seems I am merely reciting numbers rather than actually measuring time. Yet- I have noticed my clothes. I am dressed a cowboy... something of a lone ranger. A lone ranger... intended to be alone forever. Wait- what is that- some sort of screen? I will move closer to investigate. |
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| You have passed the test, number 13. Now you will be truly complete. | |
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| M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. M. | |
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