Genghis
Level 54
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You shout for help, screaming at the top of your lungs: "Please! Oh dear lord, somebody help me! I'd give anything! I'll say anything! Please, just let me live! Please, oh I beg upon the night, let this night end! Let this year end! Let today be done with! This is not real, this is not reality. I must wake up! This is all but a dream! This cannot be real!" In the midst of your quarrels, a cryptic silhouette approaches you. It appears somewhat tall, broad-shouldered. However, it lacks definition. The silhouette approaches further, and out appears what would seem to be a man. Ignoring the fact that his face is covered by what can only be described as a machination of a motorcycle helmet and a collection of grotesque teeth. The man approaches and looks down on your existence. "Oh Don, you think yourself the clever one, but your intelligence lacks the knowledge of the true intelligence that has been lurking ever so long in the shadows, awaiting vengeance for your sins." The man say, only you can barely make out half of it and the rest is assumptions. Indeed, he talks in some guttural, garbled manner that's almost more animal than man. The man stabs you in the arm, pinning you further to the snow. You would feel your eyes flutter shut again.
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You wake up in a chair, confined by locks and chains and ropes and gadgets and clamps and wood and pulleys. You seem to be sitting a small shack, which is very poorly lit. You can barely make out a star or 2 through the few cracks in the ceiling, likely caused by poor condition and little renovation. There is but a single light, as a matter of fact, that hangs very closely directly above your head, shining light in such a way that encompasses you in light, leaving you exposed for the dark's delightful eyes to eat up your soul.
A. Attempt to break your restraints B. Remain still C. Call out again for help
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