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| G O O D B Y E > JAMES HOOK lands on the wet pavement with a splat. It'll be a little painful but at least he's alive. The RED and GREEN doors are no longer on the rooftop but a BLUE one stands, open and awaiting him. No one else seems to be coming. Looks like he's alone. |
| G R E E N > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by. Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep. Then the words appear: |
| R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear: |
| W A K E U P > Six people sit in a circle, eyes blinking open and realizing they weren't where they were before. In the space of a breath, in the space of a blink, in the space of one thought to the next, things have shifted. They sit on the wet pavement of the top floor of a parking garage in the middle of the night, sky bright from anything but stars. There is a bright neon city surrounding them on either sides. There is no exit to the parking lot. If one ventures to the edge of roof, they will see no ground. Just city, going further and further, lower and lower into the earth. There are two bright red rectangular doorways standing side by side. One a bright GREEN. The other, a bright RED. There's no visible door knob. Is it even a door? Then in front of them, a message hovers, as if being typed right onto the air: |