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100 XP

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Profilutmerkelser 23

Merker 54

számitásaim nem csalnak

23 medlemmer

Sven Co-op

49 700 medlemmer

FacepunchStudios

116 092 medlemmer

Venner 85

108

noble
Frakoblet

103

aryan osaka
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100

milliner
Frakoblet

Zsomac Hypercharge
Frakoblet

Áram
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✠ MillerJr. ✠
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Workshop-utstilling

Adventure Time Rain Tree House - Fort

1080p Looped

654 vurderinger

Wallpaper Engine

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116

Medlemmer

I spill

Tilkoblet

I samtale

Henry's speech

Connection terminated.

I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.

But I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed.

You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assumed. Although, you have indeed been called.

You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don’t even realize you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.

It’s somehow out of reach.

But, you will never find them. None of you will.

This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s not what you want. I have a feeling you are right where you want to be.

I am remaining as well. I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.

And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don’t belong to you.

As for most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps, warm waiting for you after the smoke clears.

Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened up to swallow you whole. So, don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return here as well. It’s in your nature to protect the innocent. I’m sorry that in that day, they day you were shut out and left to die, there was no one there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.

And then, what became of you, I should of known , you wouldn’t be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn’t save you then.

So, let me save you now. It’s time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends.

For all of us.

End communication.