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[Squeegy]

You are in an apartment. There is a stool here, and a rope hanging from the ceiling. An orange pill is on the stool. There is a desk against the wall.

You are holding a revolver, and a bullet.

>_

[Cheeetar]

>Hang self

[Squeegy]

You look up at the rope and see it is broken. Half of it is around your neck.

>_

[Cheeetar]

>Load gun, shoot self

[Squeegy]

You load the bullet into the revolver, and lift it to your head. You close your eyes and squeeze the trigger.

Click! The bullet has no primer.

[Gunner-Chan]

You load the magazine into the revolver, and lift it to your head. You close your eyes and squeeze the trigger.

Click! The magazine is empty.

Revolvers don't have magazines... Hold up...

You load the Bullet into the revolver, and lift it to your head. You close your eyes and squeeze the trigger.

Click! The bullet has no primer.

[Squeegy]

No idea what you're talking about.

[Cheeetar]

>Consume pill

[Squeegy]

You consume the orange pill. Suddenly, a thought hits you. You reach under the chair and grab the bottle of pills. You look at it. It is labeled 'CYANIDE' and is full of orange pills.















You peel the label off.
'PLACEBOS'

[Cheeetar]

>Crush pills. Snort.

[Squeegy]

You have nothing to crush the pills with! You resort to using your fist.
The pills are chewy. Your hands are now covered with sugar.

[Cheeetar]

>Inquire upon what part of snort you did not understand. (Snort, as in up nose)

[Squeegy]

You try to snort the sugary muck off your hands but only manage to get it caught in your nose. This is most uncomfortable.

[Cheeetar]

>Look self

[Squeegy]

You look at yourself. You are wearing a black shirt and jeans. You have brown hair and blue eyes. You are holding a revolver. You can't remember your name.