User:A Helpful Little Gnome/OrangeJuice
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Letter
You contiune reading the letter, realizing the extent of it, and how absurd it probably sounds to you. As you turn each page, paper fragments fall into the open, telling the experiences of some survivor amidst the apocalypse. |
Page 6
I’m not sure you got it. I’ll spell it out in another language. It’s called a list.
Four points, simple enough. You can handle it. You have to handle it, for your own good. For the end. |
Paper Fragments
I grow tired of this. I am missing something. Something has come to attention. I'm leaving. I yearn to see it again, not with my eyes. It was always here, my eyes, they fooled me, I only looked right through it. |