"what an ass of luck I have," you say, tired and pissed off. your name is Drew Moore, and you are 23, doing the graveyard shift. you walk down the main hallway toward that weird new exhibit, as you do you reflect on how you yelled at your boss, earning this wonderful prize. As you round the corner, you spot one of the things are missing. before you can move much farther to investigate, something collides with your back, and you feel the floor rise up to meet you. "What the hell?!?!" as you look behind you, you see...
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