You creep through a hallway of twisted art deco, noting blood-spattered writing on the floor. You are paranoid by every sound and movement, sensing an ominous presence. As you step, you hear it. Clink. You walk a bit more. Clink. No, its not you. Clink. Metal crashes; it sounds like a maraca shakingnot quite in the distance. You feel a sense of panic as you realize the maraca shake is growing closer and closer and closer. All of a sudden, youre slammed and dazed. Clang! Your head wobbles up, down, left, and right. Through the haze you see something straight out of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. But its not. You try to fire your weapon; but all you hear is a click, and you feel it again Clang! Back to the haze.
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