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Assistant #90281 leads you to the [[relaxation room]]\n\nyou sit down and wait for the machine to [[dispense your pill]]\n
it's freud!\n\n[[oh,ok]]\n
Remember to Swallow the pill sir, don't chew it. Please follow Assistant #90281 into the relaxation chamber and await dispensation.\n\n[[yes| room]]\n[[no| room]]
get out while you still can\n\nits all a lie
[[even more silence| ok enough now]]
get out of here freud what r u doing \n\n[[im here to analyze u]]
Do you need assistance Sir?\n\nYour recreation time is up for the week, and Factory 32 is in need of assistance.\n\n[[you leave the rec chamber]]
the hallucinations are fading away\n\nyou awake in a pool of sweat in the relaxation chamber. You have spent the last 4 hours hallucinating that you were fucking karl marx\n\nAssistant #90281 looks at you, horrified. She straightens up her olive colored garb and clears her [[throat]]
you are fucking karl marx\n\n[[it's rad]]
the machine dispenses a small hexagonal [[pill]]
DARKNESS \n\nyou are surrounded by darkness\n\nWHERE THE FUCK AM I- you yell.\nit feels good to emote\n\n[[silence|silence]]
[[wait]]\n\n
greetings comrade/humanoid/consumer I am Clerk # 58724. \n\n\n How can I be of assistance today?\n\n[[wtf|wtf]]
it's not rad\n\neverything begins swirling around\n\n[[i am fucking karl marx and it totally is not rad]]\n\n
im fucking karl marx and its totally rad\n
wait\n\n[[something feels wrong]]
Invalid Question. How Can I help You Today?\n\n\n[[what is this place?| Help]]\n\n
The only thing under the sun the Red Army hasn't touched yet Sir.\n\n[[gasp|gasp]]\n
are lyrics from a song by cyndi lauper\n\nhelp me get out of here cyndi lauper i dont want to be here [[anymore]]\n
am i the proletariat or the bourgeoisie\n\n[[this is getting weird]]\n
[[time|song]]\n
you walk dreary eyed out of the chamber into the reception area. \n\nrecreation is an illusion.\n\nyour head feels heavy. the air is thick. all the comrades are at work already.\n\nyou don't remember what made you feel uneasy earlier.\n\nthen you remembered the motto.\n\nin soviet russia, you dont fuck karl marx. karl marx fucks you\n\n\nTHE END
THE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END\nTHE END
wh..wh..what? where am i?\n[[again silence| i will tell you now]]
u feel eyes staring at you from accross the room\n\n\n[[whos eyes]]\n
I'm... Free... here? in this place?\n\n\nprecisely sir. now how many de-marxifying pills would you like?\n\n[[i'll take one please|one internet]]
It's 3:30 in the morning. You have been laying motionless in your soviet standard cot for a few hours now. It's pretty dark and utilitarian in your resting chamber. Something feels off. You find yourself thinking again. Your olive colored sleep suit starts to feel itchy. You get up and as you peer outside the viewing hole, you start to think... Was Karl Marx right? \n\nSUDDENLY a light brighter than the glint of Stalin's smile appears from the door to the waste recepticle area. \n\n[[do you shrug it off and blame Boris for accidentally adding too much ammonia in the Borscht|monotony]]\n\n[[take a closer look at that strange light|wormhole]]\n
Dispensing Right Away Sir. One pill is the recomended dosage for most first-timers.\n\n[[machine rumbles|outcome]]\n
[[time]]
you're still fucking karl marx\n\n[[it's still rad?]]\n
The strange light seems to be getting stronger as you tiptoe towards it.\n\nYou reach in your sleep suit to grab the pocket sized manifesto.\n\nthat's right. the manifesto will tell me what to do.\n\nas you flip to the table of contents you notice that the strange ethereal light chapter does not exist. \n\n The light begins flickering. \n\nYou hear a strange tiny knocking noise \nits so methodical\nits so utilitarian\ni luv it\n\n\n\n\n\n[[(tiny) knock knock knock|inside you go]]\n\n
[[its too late its already dissolving in your mouth]]
pretend i am cuba he says\n\n[[it's still rad]]\n\n\n
[[hours later]]\n
you are now watching yourself fuck karl marx from a distance. you feel alienated from your body. \n\n[[i am fucking karl marx]]\n
[[after]]\n
idk
we are happy to announce that there is a 78% chance of hallucinations occuring today sir. \n\n[[the assistant cheerily takes your Identification Card| its go time]]
its too dark in here\n\n[[open eyes]]
[[silence| more silence]]\n