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I stepped forward and climbed up onto the vent. As I did so I noticed the plaque seemed not to be there under my feet anymore. Odd.
I crawled through the vent, feeling slightly panicked for no good reason. Was it a sudden case of claustrophobia? Was it the stuff air here? Was it my sore arm? ...wait, sore arm? I checked my left arm and found a small puncture mark there. I began to feel my panic was well founded, my body beginnig to twitch and spasm. As poison rushed through my dying body I...
...suddently snapped back into reality. I was standing mid-climb, over where the save point had once been (or had I imagined that?), left with only disjointed memories of the last few moments and a strange feeling of panic...
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