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[faileh]

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[weedoverflowers]

Oww...

[looks up???]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[There are intestines hanging from a grimy chandelier. Charming, hmm?]

[weedoverflowers]

AHHHHHHH!

[scrambling up and away from underneath those intestines DDDD:]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Sorry about your hair, darling girl.]

[commander_bitch]

[yes, he will look up]

[after reaching to the back of his head to see what exactly it is, and then quickly rolling out from underneath it, of course]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[It's intestines. They're dripping blood, but something about them doesn't look quite... normal. If you're accustomed to looking at intestines, of course.]

[commander_bitch]

[is, in fact, not accustomed to that!]

What-- what the hell?!

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Sucks for you, intestines are fun!]

[memorimortum]

[slow to the start. . . but sitting up and checking the back of her head]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Drip. Drip.]

[memorimortum]

[. . . wiping her hand on the floor and standing up-where is my camera?]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[All personal possessions are still on your person.]

[puretype]

[ sure. examining that and the rest of the unfamiliar area ]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[There are intestines hanging from the ceiling, although they don't look quite normal. There's a door behind you, stairs and a hallway ahead, a door to the left and an open archway to the right.

There is a box at the foot of the stairs.]

[puretype]

[ strangely unfazed by intestines. that box, though? how about trying to open it ]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Inside you find: a handgun for each person, with the magazine fused closed. Flashlights!]

[duplicut]

[I don't just look up, I examine up. Or. You know.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Intestines! Lucky you~]

[duplicut]

[Well, okay. I am pretty used to intestines, taking a sniff of the air and looking around the room a bit.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[There is something strange about them... but they're still dripping, so investigating is up to you.

The room is bloody and generally in a state of disarray; the umbrella stand is knocked over, the portraits are shredded, so on and so forth. There is a door behind you and one to the left, an open arch to the right, and a hallway and stairs in front of you.]