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heyy sorry, been at the gym. Well done everyoneee (:
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Congratulations, team.
You have managed to complete the task within an hour of it being set, and all five answers are correct. Since you have passed the task, Jords must now PM me the names of the two teammates he wishes to send to Isolation. This decision must be done before 9pm or I'll let the Killer decide
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Its good its one of them, because i haven't even seem them yet.
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Best to get inactive people out first.
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ooh
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W00t!!!
DEATH!!! BLOOD!!!
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After Gemmer-x is dropped off at the Abandoned Warehouse, Gemmer-x immediately begins to feel cold. With a moment's hesitation, they summon the courage to push the doors open and cast their flashlight on the inside. Fragile wooden beams seem to be half-hearted in their efforts to support the building, and there's a sense it could all crash down in a second.
![]() Gemmer-x wandered around the ground floor and found nothing of any importance; just sawdust and neglected tools. The rusty hacksaw made her shudder. She eventually came to a stairway and looked up. Slowly ascending the stairs, she came to another long room separated by beams and iron grids suspended from the ceiling - held by very thin ropes. Gemmer-x was rushing now and fear was beginning to overwhelm them when they stumbled over a small wooden box. ![]() She immediately picked it up and opened it. Inside was a small plastic bag with what appeared to be strands of ginger hair in it. A small white label on the bag had one word etched. ![]() With a sudden rush of gratitude, she ran out of the building and into the mysterious taxi nearby. "Home", she cried. |
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