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[You have gathered together. There's not many of you at all on this place-barely enough to fit in two cars. You'd hoped there might have been more. But, this is who you have. This is who everyone here has left, the only ones currently capable of solving the problem in their positions.

You take a deep breath as you look on the landscape. This is the land where the blight was, if not born, than certainly where it transitioned into the horror it is today. This is where the answer will lie as to how to stop it. There is precious time left-you can feel it in your bones. If you do not solve it here, it will not be solved at all.

This is it.

It is time.]

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[When you wake up this day, there is something in the air. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's the feeling of righteous anger after everything that's happened. Maybe it's the resignation of knowing that something must change, that this cannot go on. Maybe it's some renewed sense of hope from the message given by the dead.

Perhaps, also, it is the note slipped under everyone's doors.]

Still Living Strangers,

The locks that have been keeping you from exploring the restricted areas of the Central Building have been disabled. Before you think this is a trap, I will say that this was done on the orders of IT itself. IT wishes to show you just how hopeless and futile fight against it is, and has decided that doing this, and preparing for a meeting with IT personally at around 7:00 PM will do the trick. You’ve apparently managed to wear IT's patience down long enough that they have decided to take the direct method of making you join him.

If you want to cling to any hope of surviving this, go to the floor marked in the elevator by the Stick-It Note-the other floors are like your dead friends’ heads: empty with very few useful things, if any at all. You can explore them of course, and I’m sure IT would love to see you waste their time and simply kill you all if you take too much time after that. After all, there’s a good chance I may need some new players for my Game in the near future.

In any case, we’ll be seeing you soon. Have fun coming to the realization you are truly doomed.

Your friend, Rachel.

[...wow. How inspiring.

But, it appears that Rachel-wherever she might be-was telling the truth. There is, indeed, a small Post-It note is next to what looks like empty nothing. However, pressing there will cause a light to appear, and immediately, everyone is shooting upwards with dizzying speeds. It's a bit stomach-dropping, especially in comparison to how the elevator had generally acted before.

As the doors open on the floor, the Strangers are given to what looks like walls. But, you surely know better by now. Some of these walls can be pushed aside. And soon enough, the floor plan becomes clear:]

[So. This is it. The beginning of the end. What is found here may aid in the fate of all existence. Countless trillions are on everyone's shoulders-and the clock is ticking until the inevitable final confrontation.

So. Good luck, Strangers.

You will need it.]

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