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[aunter]

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:

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[wheatcake]

[Sigh.]

And if we don't?

[aunter]

you will

[wheatcake]

Will you control us? Or is not rolling the dice... will that result in the same outcome as rolling?

[aunter]

someone will act
it might just not be you

[wheatcake]

...Someone in this team?

[aunter]

maybe

[wheatcake]

I still don't have a name for you. I'm gonna call youuuu... Siri.