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"Look, Garrett, I'm just asking if anyone knows where it is."
Garrett looks strange to you, now. He starts laughing and stares
at some random point on the wall behind you. "Oh, I'm sorry... Please,
let me stop everything... What was I thinking? Oh, silly me." He
laughs again, and his eyes turn a dark red. "Oh, please, do go on...
ask away. What's taking you so long?"
You stand there motionless, unsure of what to do. Garrett continues,
but now he's yelling, and his voice is deeper, almost Satan-like.
"Why don't you ask away, mere mortal! Why not see if anyone knows where
this all-important yearbook is?" Wisps of flame begin to flare around
his arms and body. "Come on, now! Don't be afraid! ASK!!" And on
that last note, he raises his arms as a stream of flame shoots off in
your direction. You lift off the ground and slam against the far wall,
the flames eating through your skin and bones.
Finally, Garrett stops, and your charred remains stay right where you slammed
against the wall. Now looking more like Garrett, he sincerely
apologizes to the members in attendence, who just nodd and smile at this
seemingly-normal occurance. "I'm sorry... I just don't like it when we
move off of protocol... I tend to get carried away. Sorry about that."
And with that, he continues the ARG discussion.
Great job. Next time, find the yearbook before you die, okay?
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