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>>28791300 >>28791331 >>28791335 >>28791356 >>28791577 >>28791612 >>28791649 >>28791656 >You spend a moment running your hoof along the worn cardboard back of the notebook. It's soft feel entrances you for a moment as you read the last entry. [Alone again. Sometime I wish I had stayed. I was foolish to run off. The queen says She'll have me again but I can't sleep with the others anymore. The music from outside is nice though. It comforts me. Maybe I can have more music I want when the queen takes us outside.] >You give the knife, the radio and the pillow to PB for safe keeping. Current supplies, a crowbar, a .45 sub machine (Empty), a scalpel, your flak jacket, ID badge for security guard Steak Styles, a .308 rifle (13 rounds), Shotgun (8 shells) a first-aid kit [partially used] notebook, radio, pillow, Francis Boomer t. Snek, a pen and some loose sheets of paper.
"Spear, have you ever had any dreams about "The Queen?"" >"That sounds familiure but... No, I think I have... A bunch. Does it say something about her in that book?" "Yeah, take a look." >You give the notebook to Spear. "Hey, uh Photo Bomb?" >"Yes?" "This might be weird but what is the date? Year included." >"Something like January twenty something Seven thousand and two... I think?" "Hmmm... Hey Spear... Did you know a 05-27 or 08-42?" >"No... I don't think so." "Mmmm" >You follow the Blood trial to the double doors that lead into the next storage room. >Spearmint folds the blanket and drags it to the door, "I want to check the other room first." "Okay" >You open the door. and a horrible smell washes over you. You scrunch your nose and cringe. >As you wonder why you never seem to find pleasant smells you spot a corpse that looks like it's been mostly eaten. It smells like it's only been like this a day or two you think.
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