S413 Look around

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When you lift your head and look around you notice the room’s padded walls. ''“Am I in an insane asylum?”'' You try to remember who you are or why you would be in a place like this. Nothing comes to your mind, literally. You cannot remember anything; your name, your age, your family, anything. ''“Amnesia, great.”'' There are handcuffs holding down your limbs, strapping you to the small medical bed. You see a white door across the room, with a small square window and a metal handle.  
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You look down your body and see that you have on a white T-shirt and white pants. When you lift your head and look around you notice the room’s padded walls. ''“Am I in an asylum?”'' You try to remember who you are or why you would be in a place like this. Nothing comes to your mind, literally. You cannot remember anything; your name, your age, your family, anything. ''“Amnesia, great.”'' You feel a small lightweight chain around your neck and feel a little piece of metal touching the top part of your chest. There are handcuffs holding down your limbs, strapping you to the small medical bed. You see a white door across the room, with a small square window and a metal handle.
*[[s413 Struggle with the cuffs|Struggle with the cuffs]]
*[[s413 Struggle with the cuffs|Struggle with the cuffs]]

Current revision as of 22:43, 14 August 2010

You look down your body and see that you have on a white T-shirt and white pants. When you lift your head and look around you notice the room’s padded walls. “Am I in an asylum?” You try to remember who you are or why you would be in a place like this. Nothing comes to your mind, literally. You cannot remember anything; your name, your age, your family, anything. “Amnesia, great.” You feel a small lightweight chain around your neck and feel a little piece of metal touching the top part of your chest. There are handcuffs holding down your limbs, strapping you to the small medical bed. You see a white door across the room, with a small square window and a metal handle.

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