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| 100% | For as long as I remember I have been trapped in this place Months years I cannot tell Come find in this small space Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? I'm sure they know but don't reveal The treatment The agony All I need is blame No words can describe what I feel | ▶️ |
| 100% | For as long as I remember I have been trapped in this place Months years I cannot tell Come find in this small space Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? I'm sure they know but don't reveal The treatment The agony All I need is blame No words can describe what I feel | ▶️ |
| 97% | For as long as I remember I have been trapped in this place Months years I cannot tell Come find in this small space Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? I'm sure they know but don't reveal The treatment The agony All I need is blame No words can describe what I feel | ▶️ |
| 98% | When all of us are dimmed, the memory is started to return. Deep in the alias of mine, pride of the ancient forever burst. This is the place of wildest rumors of undying myths. It's not supposed to exist, permissions unfinished. My pride at stake. I must escape. The truth hates me like a fist. | ▶️ |
| 98% | When all of us are dimmed, the memory is started to return. Deep in the alias of mine, pride of the ancient forever burst. This is the place of wildest rumors of undying myths. It's not supposed to exist, permissions unfinished. My pride at stake. I must escape. The truth hates me like a fist. | ▶️ |
| 98% | When all of us are dimmed, the memory is started to return. Deep in the alias of mine, pride of the ancient forever burst. This is the place of wildest rumors of undying myths. It's not supposed to exist, permissions unfinished. My pride at stake. I must escape. The truth hates me like a fist. | ▶️ |
| 99% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 100% | So pale and sad was the look on their face, Leaving in this scream and forbidding place, Disturbing news from the fears not far away. Was room all terror a black firebird? A match of storms some did not return. | ▶️ |
| 96% | but set a team into the tomb. Save time to initiate analysis in the artifacts of the warehouse. Priority one, hazmat and disinfection measures in place. I want the same group at the end of this phase that we started with. | ▶️ |
