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With Nothing to Lose

With Nothing to Lose

Feb 23, 2012
==> Your name is Dave Strider, and this is not how you thought meeting your best friend in person would happen.

You stand over his body. John is laying back on a large, blue, altar-like bed. Blood is flowing down the front of his shirt and dripping to the floor. Fireflies had been all around before your arrival, only leaving when you reached the edge. The slice in his chest is precise and sharp; it must have been made by Jack Noir shortly before the lights which prompted your arrival. No one e

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