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> You and your newfound buddy stand face-to-face, wondering what to do. The shattered remains of drillgorg rest in a tragic heap.
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> You and your newfound buddy stand face-to-face, wondering what to do. The shattered remains of drillgorg rest in a tragic heap.
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>Be the other guy.
> With great exertion, you attemt to disembody your awareness and move it into another person.
> It seems to be working, but not as you hoped.
> You wake up to the ghastly discovery that you have no head! Aldo your entrails are spilling out of your abdomen! It's quite painful!
> You're flying into a wall suddenly! What's happening!?
> The trauma was way to much for your system, and you expire a second time. Your awareness passes on to this guy.
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> Recalling the drill does not penetrate steel doors, you buckle down and get ready to give it your all.
> Except the door is made of wood!
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> Attempting to place your head on the X, you bump the device, activating it.Originally Posted by Nineteen Hundred
> It appearifies a pumpkin that looks like it's seen better days.
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>Carve pumpkin in time for halloween.
>Upgrade system to a dual processor. This system cannot handle running two games at once.
> You remember this guy. You murdered him when you smashed his face against the door! And then you decapitated him because it was the only decent thing to do!Originally Posted by Betelgeuse
> You are so happy to see him again!
> God that pumpkin looks delicious.
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> check that door to see if it is locked.
> Your curiousity about the door gets the better of you, but you try to sneak a nibble from the pumpkin nonetheless.Originally Posted by Proxzee?
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This is all beginning to make a startling amount of sense.
> Build pumpkin-armour.
I think we've yet to see a single act of ejaculation. I demand ejaculation.
>Taking inspiration from your gay porn mags, go find your old body which your soul exited and petition the body now possessed by a demonic entity a nice roll in the gay hay.
> You gather up a couple spare pumpkins and cobble together a very smart looking outfit. You feel invincible suddenly.Originally Posted by Trouser B. Burrows
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> Through some act of divine collusion, you are drawn out of the broken door to look up.
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