> Try peering under some of the doors! Or better yet peek through the key holes! > Ok, time to use our other senses. Smell the hallway, taste the doors, feel the floor, listen carefully.
There’s not much of a gap between the door and the floor, and it’s much too dark to see into the rooms. The floor is cold and smooth. Your teeth sort of hurt from the last time you ‘tasted’ a door, so you’ll refrain from doing that for a bit too. You can’t see any other keyholes on any of the other doors besides yours.
> Stick both pencil halves into your mouth. Transform into walrus form.Â
Goodbye, Eraserface’s friend! Rawr!
> Spill the beans Sal! who’s is the mystery Ex!? > Have steamy thoughts about Ex. > Think about your Ex. What were they like?
Steamy!? Oh no, um…
Wouldn’t that be rude? Since they’re not here?? You avoided thinking about them for so long you aren’t sure what to think. Either way, you finally think about Kennedy, your ex. You think about all the late night chats you had, and all the letters you wrote to them… They were really nice and really cool and uh.. ok maybe you kinda miss them a lot.
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> Guess we should pick a direction and walk until we find something or run into Inevitable Death.
> Run down to one end of the hallway, if there is in fact an end, then to the other end.Â
> Let’s see, you have to be careful because of that nightmare you saw, you don’t want to be seen. Try going prone! Solid snake style!
> Use your wicked multiplication skills to find out how many doors there are.Â
After a long time of walking, you can already tell that its impossible to use any sort of math to count the doors. There is no indication of any change in scenery. There’s no sound either, save for your footsteps and the crackle of your torch. You continue down the hallway. …There’s a lot of doors.











