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CAR WASH

AT THE CAR WASH, WOAH

The door leading into the car wash is locked. You all know that, of course. You've likely tried it yourself, or watched someone make a fool out of themselves trying to break in. (Man, this is going to age poorly if you've all decided to surprise us and just leave the locked door alone.)

But today... well, call it a feeling. A gut instinct, maybe, that leads you to the doorway. This time, you put your hand on the doorknob - and it turns fully, the door swinging open so that you can enter. As you draw your hand back, you'll spot a bloody handprint on the knob - but then you blink, and it's gone.

The inside of the car wash is rather industrial looking, albeit mostly powered down. The lights are dim to begin with, and flicker ominously from time to time; occasionally, they even go out entirely, and it may be several minutes or several hours before they come back on. None of the machinery seems to be working, though there's a faint electronic hum coming from a shelf built into the wall, upon which a radio sits. Strangely, no matter how tall you are or how you conspire to stack things up and climb up to get it, it always seems to be just out of reach - there won't be any changing the channel for you.

It's hard to tell what you're meant to do here, now that you've gotten in. But since you couldn't get in until now, there must be some reason... right?

...only time will tell.

NAVIGATION

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How many lives will those machines claim. . .

But the mask guy is here, so he must have gotten credit for killing you.

Maybe because it had been his idea.

[(hyth voice) someone will die OF FUN]

That means... everyone here killed someone...?

I think that's what we all have in common.

[if anyone had a be a murderer, it'd be him honestly]

...Are we here just to talk to each other? The people who are alive, and the people who are dead.