UnGames:HyperSquare
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The color of the walls are a deliberating vomit colored. Once in this room you notice Worcestershire sauce 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 pocket-sized stench of a mob of flying coconuts. This room is downright lit. There is Mongolian fire oil all over the floor. You wonder what happened here. There are pipes coming out of each wall, some of them are dripping Mongolian fire oil.
There is a ablating hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but shiny darkness and the faint sound of ablating wind.
There is a drying hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but cheery darkness and the faint sound of drying wind.
Yikes, that Kreegan would have eaten you, had it not been already chasing that sea star. You watch uncaringly as both depart uncaringly through a small crack in the floor.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?"...and you think to yourself what Cloud Strife fan wrote that?
There is a legislating hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but sacrificed darkness and the faint sound of legislating wind.
Likewise, take your time in here I am sure there are no Mimics about.
