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« on: September 30, 2012, 12:36:25 pm »
Beep~
The counter signals it's minute warning.
You sit upright, the neon red numbers of the digial readout read out '4:57' and decrease slowly showing it to have nearly 5 minutes remaining.
You start upwards in shock, the metal chair you were sat upon slides outward upon the tiled floor away from the idol like pedistal that is the counter.
You look around, a bed, a chair, some kind of metal wall shelf, no doors, no windows...
Beep~
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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Re: Counter
« Reply #1 on: September 30, 2012, 12:37:29 pm »
Accept fate
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Re: Counter
« Reply #2 on: September 30, 2012, 12:50:26 pm »
Screw fate and reality's rules. Break the metal with your DAMN BARE HANDS.
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« Reply #3 on: September 30, 2012, 12:57:18 pm »
You punch all the metal things! You hurt your hands but not much else is acomplished.
Beep~ 3
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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« Reply #4 on: September 30, 2012, 01:05:07 pm »
Push the book case
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« Reply #5 on: September 30, 2012, 01:17:49 pm »
You push the bookcase shelf thing, it has only one shelf, about thigh high, you push it around the wall section, the top pushes inwards and sideward reveiling a recessed spigot slowly dripping a pale ooze into a plastic bowl underneath, you push the segment underneath the shelf and find it slides similarly and behind is... oh, a retracting wall toilet...
Beep~ 2
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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« Reply #6 on: September 30, 2012, 01:28:38 pm »
punch the clock
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« Reply #7 on: September 30, 2012, 01:28:48 pm »
Go to sleep.
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« Reply #8 on: September 30, 2012, 01:38:47 pm »
You punch the counter.
Beep~
'59:59'
It now displays nearly an hour.
You go to sleep...

You are standing before an assortment of hooded figures, you feel you know each one but cannot recall knowing them...
"You have been judged guilty of crimes, your sentence is life, what say you?"
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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« Reply #9 on: September 30, 2012, 01:40:56 pm »
Meh...
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« Reply #10 on: September 30, 2012, 01:58:55 pm »
"meh..."
"Then may god have mery on your soul."
The judges bang their gavels repeatedly in a rapid pace...
Bang~Bang~Bang~
Bang~Bang~Bang~
Beep~Beep~Beep~
You wake up and notice the counter is reading '0:59'...
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."

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« Reply #11 on: September 30, 2012, 02:11:09 pm »
Contemplate the fact that we may have a connection to the supernatural and use it to bust out of here.
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« Reply #12 on: September 30, 2012, 02:14:55 pm »
You waste the remaineder of the minute thinking on that.
Beep~ 00:00
The wall opposite the bed slides upwards and slides an open doorway up along with it.
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« Reply #13 on: September 30, 2012, 02:15:45 pm »
Stay here
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« Reply #14 on: September 30, 2012, 02:17:40 pm »
You stay here, nothing else happens.
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"But to that second circle of sad hell, Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm."
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