Check your pockets for anything useful.

Checking pockets is so old-school. You check your VARIABLE POCKETRON instead. It's completely empty, unfortunately.

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Interesting.

> Check your pockets for anything useful.

Head over there, and see if you can tell what it wrote. Without touching anything, if possible.

You hop down off the table and cautiously approach the skeleton. Probably not a good idea to touch anything, yeah - a lot of this stuff looks really old, it could disintegrate at even the slightest-

Oops. This is so gross.

Well, the damage has been done. Might as well look at the paper.

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SKELETONS ARE NUTRICIOUS, BOY!

One of your head-voices is very silly. Skeletons are not food.

> Head over there, and see if you can tell what it wrote. Without touching anything, if possible.

Jake: Calm down! Keeping your cool in situations like these is of utmost importance.

Sound advice. You don't remember if you've dealt with skeletons before, but another head-voice tells you it's probably good to stay calm. Even the slightest movement could startle it...

...although this one is probably dead. Yeah, you're pretty sure this is a dead skeleton you're dealing with here. Yep. It appears to have a "death grip" on a writing utensil of some kind. You chuckle silently to yourself over your great pun.

> SKELETONS ARE NUTRICIOUS, BOY!

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EW EW EWWWWWWWWWWWW AGGGGGH EW EW EW EW SON OF A PREACHER MAN THAT IS DISGUSTING

> Jake: Calm down! Keeping your cool in situations like these is of utmost importance.

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Obviously you will need to come up with anothIS THAT A SKELETON

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The vent is much to small to even consider using for the purposes of escaping! It's way too dark in there to even see, too.

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ENTER AIR VENT. ESCAPE, BOY!

Escape! It's genius. It seemed to pop into your head out of nowhere... almost like an audible voice, even. Giving you orders. Apparently your brain damage goes beyond mere amnesia. Anyway... you shakily clamber up to the air vent and peek inside.

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With some effort, you pull yourself to your feet. Your legs wobble a bit as you do so... you seem pretty weak. A quick scan of your immediate surroundings does not reveal much information - you appear to have emerged from a... container, of some kind. A broken computer monitor lays on the floor. The walls, table and "container" all seem pretty dingy - there is a dilapidated air vent on the wall that does not appear to be in use. The room continues a little further, but you can't really see it clearly due to the dim emergency lighting - you'll have to walk over there at some point.

What do you do?

> ENTER AIR VENT. ESCAPE, BOY!

Jake Rheezmon.

You pull a name from deep in the recesses of your mind. You are JAKE RHEEZMON. Any other characteristics about you, well, to be honest, you have no idea. You've got this kickin' orange hoodie and some jeans, but nothing else.

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You wake up on the floor. What floor is it? You have no idea.Your mind scrambles for answers as to what just happened, but you come up empty.

You remember nothing about where you are, what you are doing here, or even who you are.

This is quite the unfortunate situation. You hold out for a distant hope that this is the result of some seriously gnarly partying last night, but something tells you that this is not quite the case. Maybe you can at least try and remember your name?

> Jake Rheezmon.

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Lights: Flicker eerily.

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