6 prisoners. Bathed in blood, wounds festering, arms outstretched as they reach towards me. As they perhaps reach to get away? From the prison they were locked away at. Something has gone horribly wrong.
6 prisoners, now dead, bathed in blood, some of it probably not their own. And 6 messages sent.
Help?
I woke up.
I guess that's the dream you get when you wake up early after playing Doom all evening.
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