Subject: [DW] You run.
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Posted on: 2017-01-20 10:27:00 UTC

You hear a snarl from behind you.

You feel a brief, sharp pain on your neck.

You look up to see a tall, dark figure holding a scythe.

(It's not a peasant. Not this time.)

The figure speaks: "THAT DIDN’T GO VERY WELL FOR YOU, DID IT?"

The wet leaves under your feet fade away, leaving dry, gritty sand.

The figure leans in closer. "IF IT'S ANY CONSOLATION," he says, "I REALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE IN WITH A CHANCE THERE."

The desert stretches before you, black sand under a blacker sky. In the distance, you can see grey mountains rising from the horizon.

You take the first step.

[End of Chain]

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