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You are now CLEAN. That shower really hit the spot. You were having fun mindlessly daydreaming about some bitchin' hoes, but now the fun is over. You don a WELL-WORN BATHROBE as you squeeze your loofah dry. You wouldn't consider yourself a germophobe, but you're known for being clean and wanting your general surroundings to be clean. And right now, your poor loofah is filled with nasty gunk from—
<span class="mu-s">"BLOOD! BLOOD ON THE WALLS!!"</span>
Without warning, your spotless peace gets interrupted by a shriek. That's... no, you've had enough of a day to worry about this. You live in a rough neighborhood, people scream all the time. You quickly check your walls. <span class="mu-s">Not bloody.</span> Good. Just some crazy chick.
But she keeps screaming. In fact, a few more join her. You try to recognize anyone, but none of the screams or voices sound familiar. This is truly haunted shit. It actually sounds like you live in a graveyard. Soon, more commotion ensues. Loud, damaging impacts crumble the building's walls above you. <span class="mu-s">Directly above you.</span> If you felt safe before, that feeling is gone now.
>INVESTIGATE. People could be getting hurt... which is sad, but you might be next! (requires roll)
>HIDE. They'll never find you in your fridge. (requires roll)
>CALL SOMEONE. You might need an assist. (requires Write-In)
>WRITE-IN.
