Escape~Choose Your Own Adventure
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Last published Sun, Sep 7, 2014
You wake up in a small white room, lying on a creaky cot with a splitting headache. There is a small steel door in the corner and there is a air vent above you, other than that there seemed to be no other way to get in or out.
Pick the right path and you shall safely escape, pick the wrong path and you lose your life. Will you survive?
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