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The nightmare's over. Whatever you were doing during the Slender Men invasion, you passed out in the middle of it. When you wake up, you're in a bedroom. A rather non-descript one, no less. It's filled with things that look dated--like they're from the fifties. And those aren't the clothes you were wearing when you blacked out. Hell, those aren't your clothes in that closet.
You look outside the window, and there are rows of near-identical houses, with picture-perfect lawns and cars in the driveways that look straight out of Leave it to Beaver. You're in the 1950's, bitches, and if you head outside, you're expected to act like you're stuck in one of those dated black and white sitcom things from TV. Apparently they'll brainwash you if you act up, or some shit like that, so go ahead and make a spectacle of yourself. We dare you.
Oh, and let's not forget the fact that you all have families now. You've all been forced into cookie-cutter ones: mom, dad, up to three kids, maybe a pet. You can either post here for a family and we'll assign you one, or you can talk it out with your buds, we don't give a fuck. Just find yourself a frickin' family all ready.
And anything special that marks you as different from the status quo? Consider it gone; no guns, no swords, no armor, no powers, no nothing. Get over it.
You look outside the window, and there are rows of near-identical houses, with picture-perfect lawns and cars in the driveways that look straight out of Leave it to Beaver. You're in the 1950's, bitches, and if you head outside, you're expected to act like you're stuck in one of those dated black and white sitcom things from TV. Apparently they'll brainwash you if you act up, or some shit like that, so go ahead and make a spectacle of yourself. We dare you.
Oh, and let's not forget the fact that you all have families now. You've all been forced into cookie-cutter ones: mom, dad, up to three kids, maybe a pet. You can either post here for a family and we'll assign you one, or you can talk it out with your buds, we don't give a fuck. Just find yourself a frickin' family all ready.
And anything special that marks you as different from the status quo? Consider it gone; no guns, no swords, no armor, no powers, no nothing. Get over it.