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*red lettering like before appears*
Wait. Sleeping.
Buggering heck, I don't have time for this.
*Looks around for a maintenance hatch or opening to a ladder.*
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*red lettering like before appears*
Wait. Sleeping.
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*it doesnt budge*
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*the elevator stalls*
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*shakily puts it to my head.... and pulls the trigger, firing a round directly at my skull, and it goes through, but the wound heals shortly after, and I sit there, holding my head*
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*as I grip the picture tightly trying to hold onto some semblance of sanity... I snap. Shortly after, I reach into my jacket, pulling out a pistol*
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*your hand phases through the bottle. I finish it after a few moments, and in a fit of anger, I throw it, breaking it against the wall. I slump down against a nearby wall. Crying, I reach into my jacket sleeve, pulling out a picture if my kids*
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*it digs through the fridge, pulling out a bottle of vodka. Quickly shutting the door,I rip off the lid, and start chugging the bottle*
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*as you go, theres an image of me walking toward the kitchen*