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You are seated on the platform, looking directly ahead.

It stares at you accusingly. Han...

Ever since the train line had been converted into a public flume, it has been floating solemnly up and down.

What right has this rusting slide obstructer got to bear anything against you? ~

I have been drinking for three years running. What's your record?

You shift in your seat awkwardly, feeling like you're sitting on congealed salt.

Your tamagotchi

pet

loved you, you know, just not enough to play those Goddamn minigames.

Your base pixels congregate, and you walk up to the edge of the platform...