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You've
reached the AS development lab.
The putrid smell of bubbling concoctions stings your nasals.
The lab should however serve as a safe haven for the meeting.
"Hail...
I bid you greetings brethren.
You've done well up till now, but it will take all of your cunning
wit and inner strength to overcome what lies ahead.
Trouble is brewing, and we're the last drop...
Some of you will not make it through and only one of you will
gain the helm.
However, you may die now, or you can die later. Have you decided?
Let's move!"
©2001
Arithmetic Studios, Inc.
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