Monday, April 18, 2011

My Name is Martin Behaim

An hour ago, I woke up. I have no idea where I am.

I'm inside a large one-story house. All the windows are bricked up. Even weirder, there are no doors. Literally: all the doors have been removed (hinges included), even the front and back doors. They are bricked up as well.

The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my apartment. I don't even know how long I was asleep - the clocks here all show different times and I can't trust the computer clock. Curiously, I can get on the internet, but all sites except this one (which was set as the homepage) are blocked.

Even worse, there was a note taped to this computer:

Write or the Shadowmen will come.

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