wtssts/src/mute/copy/shelter/03.twee

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The daylight sure is bright. I have no idea where I am, behind me is a rock face
\ with a door in it, I'm not going back there. Aside from that all I can see
\ is tall grass, no immediate features pop up.
First order of business is to get far away from a REACTOR MALFUNCTION, let's
\ start walking forward.
Can I walk? Not perfectly, but it will have to do. While I move, some questions
\ come knocking. Okay, questions, queue up.
Where am I? Assuming it's the same shelter, somewhere a short drive away from
\ the town. Otherwise no idea.
When am I? ... ... Next!
Who am I? ... Yeah, I'm me.
What is happening? What, aside from a REACTOR MALFUNCTION? All I can remember
\ is the fucking doctors putting me under. Why? For some surgery? Why?
Am I hurt?
...
I don't think so.
By the way, all the extra items are not nearly as painful as they should be.
\ Like they are definitely THERE, but not much more. I would have expected...
\ Yeah, all right, I stand corrected I guess. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Soooo... [[what do I do now?|next]]
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