UnGames:HyperSquare
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The color of the walls are a curing aqua. Once in this room you notice mud stains on the walls, and the same four doors; one behind you, to left, right and one in front of you. You may chose one door and leave through it.
Also, you notice the idiotic stench of a Cold One. This room is colloquially lit. This quivering room is cluttered with all kinds of junk. You see a picture of Shabidoo, a painting of what looks like Syria, and kiwi that was half eaten by an 86'er.
Yikes, that Arakkoa would have eaten you, had it not been already chasing that raccoon. You watch narcissistically as both depart narcissistically through a small crack in the floor.
On top of the emancipated stench there is an odor of cake coming from one of the doors. Which door is it coming from? To cut a long story short, you wonder if Margaret Thatcher is cooking it, or is it a battalion of para-goombas using food to lure you?
There is a mystifying hole in the center of the room. You peer down, but you see nothing but boring darkness and the faint sound of mystifying wind.
On one of the walls, you see spray painted, "You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?"...and you think to yourself what Barack Obama fan wrote that?
You also notice poodle claw marks on the floor and on one of the walls. In one corner, you see a pile of rotten chocolate cake.
Bugger, quit playing with that barbarous station wagon. It probably belongs to Aunt Jemima. Pick a door and let's go already.
