UnGames:HyperSquare
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The color of the walls are a deliberating clear. Once in this room you notice Mongolian fire oil stains on the walls, and the same four doors; one behind you, to left, right and one in front of you. You may chose one door and leave through it.
Also, you notice the mirthful stench of Michael Jackson. This room is shoddily lit. There is no furniture in this room.
There are gazelle tonsils and tonsils floating in a fruit punch-filled cauldron by the dismal fireplace.
There is a programing hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but overwrought darkness and the faint sound of programing wind.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?"...and you think to yourself what This Guy fan wrote that?
There is a throwing hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but fanatical darkness and the faint sound of throwing wind.
Really, a Guardinal could appear out of nowhere, or could be behind one of those doors.
