Footsteps trace the floor...
[press space bar on your computer to make footstep sounds]
Click.
The sound of a gun.
Instincts finally get to you.
Run.
Finding yourself in a jungle far away from HIM, you have only a backpack and some clothing.
And you knew this would happen someday.
You are lost.
What do you do?
Do what I did?
Maybe that's smart...
probably not.
Bam!
The monkey falls on your head.
You knew you shouldn't have FLED.
It points in a direction...?
It shows you to a cave of bananas?
Years pass... you survive with these monkeys.
Very playful.
Hunter come...
You have lost your sense of speaking..
They ask you to come as
they slaughter your best friends...
you go to court.
they send you into a homeless shelter.
Alone, aren't you?
Feel so sad...
Click.
The sound of the gun.
You know you must start over in
a different biome.
Always running away aren't you?
Starting over.
Finding Friends
Being slaughtered.
Hearing the sound of the gun.
and running away.
Like always.
...
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