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PORTAL [an rp]
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A worldwide epidemic of vivid nightmares and sleep paralysis breaks out, leaving mankind paranoid and sleep deprived. When people begin to go missing from their own homes, seemingly raptured from existence, chaos ensues. You have no idea where everyone has disappeared to . . . Until one morning you open your eyes and come face to face with the monsters from your dreams.
Welcome to the nightmare realm.
Are you prepared to face your fears?
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