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AlcheME!
[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
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Oh no, you've found my weakness.
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As long as you spoil me.
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[eeeey who wants some knock-off pocky]
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You got me a treat!
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Let's all share~
[since we may die in like five minutes]
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[that's a lie THEY ALL LOSE]
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but lets have sweets before someone loses a fucking tongue or something]
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no more taste buds. flops on ground with a stick in his mouth]
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Uh oh, the crime scene's been tampered with!
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What does it MEAN? If only we had an ace detective....!
[also going to draw a heart on ur cheek, boy]
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[holds another pocky stick like a weapon!! into his chest]
Without the proper tools you'll never know how I perished.
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nom]
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