Game 3

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what you do that for

the rug you were standing on was pulled out from under you. you groan as you stand up. a young woman, freckles, mousy hair and glasses, dressed in a lab coat, scuttles over. 'oh im so sorry i had to do that. i had know idea anyone was in range of my hallucination machine. it was the only way to soap you out of it...'

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