No matter what we do there will always be tough decisions in games. Ones we regret, ones that we wish we could do over again, ones that will continue to haunt our memories because they tear at parts of our souls that should never be touched.
All of us on every single unit will make mistakes at times. And we will all of us be upset by negative outcomes in games. But as long as we keep loving others and trying our best, that is all that can ever be expected of us.
You are loved. You are cared for. You are infinitely deserving of happiness. And you are incredibly strong. Never give up, and know that your friends are always there for you no matter what.
He tapes the note to the wall in large writing. And then he writes another small note, placing it by the large button in the room.
[You pin the note to the wall, and it's hard to put your finger on, but the room feels a little warmer. It seems like it's trying to choke you a little bit less.]
[The black cord is just stuck to the wall with duct tape as if someone hastily tried to get it out of the way. It would be easy to tear it down, though.]
[There doesn't seem to be anything to plug it into except the yellow cable. The yellow cable comes in through the same door you did, winds around over the filthy floor, and is connected to the base of the podium.]
[It seems like only one of these things can be plugged in at a time.]
[There's a humming sound like something powering up.]
[The room seems to grow brighter and less claustrophobic. It feels like taking a deep, steadying breath, like suddenly you have a little more space to think. Things don't feel nearly so dire. They even feel a little... hopeful, perhaps.]
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[Next to those, an unplugged black cord is taped to the wall for some reason, mixed in with all the photos. You almost didn't notice it.]
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All of us on every single unit will make mistakes at times. And we will all of us be upset by negative outcomes in games. But as long as we keep loving others and trying our best, that is all that can ever be expected of us.
You are loved. You are cared for. You are infinitely deserving of happiness. And you are incredibly strong. Never give up, and know that your friends are always there for you no matter what.
He tapes the note to the wall in large writing. And then he writes another small note, placing it by the large button in the room.
' Button game ' --
It's what he assumes it has to be.
Lastly, he will inspect the black cord ]
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[The black cord is just stuck to the wall with duct tape as if someone hastily tried to get it out of the way. It would be easy to tear it down, though.]
[There doesn't seem to be anything to plug it into except the yellow cable. The yellow cable comes in through the same door you did, winds around over the filthy floor, and is connected to the base of the podium.]
[It seems like only one of these things can be plugged in at a time.]
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[The room seems to grow brighter and less claustrophobic. It feels like taking a deep, steadying breath, like suddenly you have a little more space to think. Things don't feel nearly so dire. They even feel a little... hopeful, perhaps.]
[The light has been restored.]
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