Presentable Liberty
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  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Oct 18, 2015
You are in a cell. You have no idea why you're in there, what your name is, or anything, really. All your information came from the mysterious letters appearing through the bottom of your cell door....

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All credits to Wertpol  (That's the studio that made the game...right?)

And Markiplier's video gameplay (Which this is based on)
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