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As you shake your arms, the chains part, allowing you to stand. A few broken links dangle from the manacles around your wrists and ankles. Trying to twist them free, you catch glimpses of thick scar tissue underneath. Whatever the cuffs are made from, they're sterner stuff than the chains.
Walking over to the door, your legs cramp unpleasantly, but hold. The door and the frame around it are caked with rust and dull grime, but the bars of the window look sturdy. Peering through them, you can barely see another door like this one across an unlit corridor. Taking another inventory of the room you're in, you note that the light source is a globe hanging from a cable attached to a hook in the middle of the ceiling, hanging directly above a corroded grate in the floor.

Status;

Author's note;

((Sorry about the delay, my router crapped the bed and I was without internet.))

It's important to know yourself.

What is it you do?

You find yourself in a room. The air vibrates with a steady thumping that shakes the dust motes floating in the flickering, greyish light.
The tang of old metal and salt fills your nostrils. The floor is chilly, and gritty with flakes of rust. Broken rainbows glimmer in a pool of oil to your right.
Metal scrapes dully behind you. Thick chains are manacled around your wrists, and bolted to the wall.

You may want to check your Status, or Investigate further.

*prod* Has this game, too, fallen to my curse?

Thanks to my pathological hatred of social networking, I'm proud to proclaim that exactly four people, in the vastness of the Internet, know who I am.

Good lad. Life first, then games.

What's more important, your girl, or this game? Don't be silly.