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Remember: everything Hank J Wimbleton says is made up.
*You stumble upon a little bar, it would seem to be empty as there may not be a single soul in sight. You decide to go in and see if you could scavange anything if was anything left at all. As you walk in the bar was dimly lit, you didn't bring any sort of light source with you. As you make it into the center of the room you the door of once you came slammed shut and to be greeted by red goggles that judge you within your eyes.*
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