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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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[andwellallgohome]

"We can all snipe, but Linda's best at it. Grace's good with explosives," Sam continues, though hushed. Oh hell, he's decided. If anyone hears him, it doesn't matter. He's dead and they already know all of this stuff anyway. Grace kind of eyes him, disagreeing but not saying anything.

Oh. Hello there Chief.