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'''GM''': You open your eyes. No longer are you surrounded by your familiar gun range. Instead, you stand in an empty room with off-white walls and a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, spreading illumination. Well, the room would be empty except for the 2 tan-skinned men in camouflage pants and green tank tops sitting on the other side talking. The men are heavily muscled and obviously military with their short cropped hair. You realize they’re speaking the same language you’d been hearing just seconds before in your shop. Suddenly, they notice you standing on the other side of the room with a gun in your hand, looking confused and maybe a little terrified. One of the guys grins and stands up.  He reaches down and pulls his 14 inch bowie knife out of its leg sheath, saying something in his unusual language. A second later, however, his voice echoes back around except this time it comes to you in English. “Seems we got our way out, Jordan” he says as he advances on you warily.
 
'''GM''': You open your eyes. No longer are you surrounded by your familiar gun range. Instead, you stand in an empty room with off-white walls and a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, spreading illumination. Well, the room would be empty except for the 2 tan-skinned men in camouflage pants and green tank tops sitting on the other side talking. The men are heavily muscled and obviously military with their short cropped hair. You realize they’re speaking the same language you’d been hearing just seconds before in your shop. Suddenly, they notice you standing on the other side of the room with a gun in your hand, looking confused and maybe a little terrified. One of the guys grins and stands up.  He reaches down and pulls his 14 inch bowie knife out of its leg sheath, saying something in his unusual language. A second later, however, his voice echoes back around except this time it comes to you in English. “Seems we got our way out, Jordan” he says as he advances on you warily.
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Shoot, who would have touhght that it was that easy?

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