I was passed out for a while, when some normal-looking guy said,"And who are you, then?" I said my name in pain. "Merciful God, you have sent me an apostle." he said, looking up. He looked down at me and said,"Guard your life, dear. You have a calling." I passed out for a bit longer. I got up a bit later, with that guy being gone. I walked around the lobby, when I found a room with an open door. I walked in and it was a computer lab. I walked around, trying to find my way out of the dark room. I wrote in my journal when I found a chair. I wrote:
"I'm inside. Bodies everywhere. Blood. Burn marks. Heads lined up like bottles behind a bar, dead Murkoff scientists hang from the ceiling, their badges say "Murkoff Advanced Research Systems". Murkoff's longtime M.O. Has been to exploitation of supposed charity. Forget about the third world and bankroll another billion.
How did Murkoff think they would make money off a building full of crazy people?
There's some kind of tactical cop pinned like a pig on a spit. Tells me to get the hell out for my own good then dies. Would have been a good thing to hear when I could have left the way I came in."
"I'm inside. Bodies everywhere. Blood. Burn marks. Heads lined up like bottles behind a bar, dead Murkoff scientists hang from the ceiling, their badges say "Murkoff Advanced Research Systems". Murkoff's longtime M.O. Has been to exploitation of supposed charity. Forget about the third world and bankroll another billion.
How did Murkoff think they would make money off a building full of crazy people?
There's some kind of tactical cop pinned like a pig on a spit. Tells me to get the hell out for my own good then dies. Would have been a good thing to hear when I could have left the way I came in."
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