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Pitch Black
You pound on the door for several minutes, calling out to Jerry, but to no avail. You curse to yourself and then give the door a solid kick of frustration.
The door shatters into splinters and falls apart on impact, the knob landing on the ground with a clank. You look into the room and find that it is not a room at all, but a meadow in the surrounded by tall trees.
That's odd, you think.
The door shatters into splinters and falls apart on impact, the knob landing on the ground with a clank. You look into the room and find that it is not a room at all, but a meadow in the surrounded by tall trees.
That's odd, you think.