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cradleproject2016-06-24 02:29 am
WEEK THREE - Investigation
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friday (?) survivors ![]() Friday, and the paranoia that comes with it, inches up your spine like a scorpion searching for prey. The circles around your eyes are as black as space itself, and it's difficult to remember how much sleep you have gotten in the last 72 hours. No alarm comes today. Perhaps you are unsure if that is a blessing or a curse. You feel too wary to leave your room, but you know you will have to eventually. You can only stay here for 12 hours. But you become conscious of your vulnerability, more aware of your blindspots. It becomes difficult to move, paralyzing, taxing on your mind to interact with the physical world — you would rather retreat into your thoughts. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_ |



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but she'll kneel down and take one of them in her hands, examining them with a furrowed brow. ]
They're bullet shells. [ and to adam: ] Does it look like they match what you found?
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Then he'll compare the pellet and the bullet shell. Could they have come from the same place? Does the length of it suggest a firearm larger than a handgun? ]
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The body's gotta be around here somewhere.
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[frowns]
Adam, you were in the shed already to get the shovel, weren't you?
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This is from something bigger, like a shotgun, by the way. These two do look similar.
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There has to be something we're missing!
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