There’s an emergency at the Facility down the road, and everyone in a six-mile radius is very likely fucked.
What is the sound that announces your fate?
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oooooOOOOOOOIPP, oooooOOOOOOOOIPP
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WAAAARK … WAAAARK … WAAAARK
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dyOOT! … dyOOT! … dyOOT!
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Something else? (please spell)
Silence, no help is coming and your robbed of the faint hope of social services discovering our ass before it’s too late