Devil's Tuning Fork
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This is the story of an experience I actually had 11 years ago, which spookily enough lines up with the gameplay of the fantastically macabre "Devil's Tuning Fork." But it was probably just my sick mind trying to rationalize the possibility of death.
Right?
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