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Never Getting Warmer
You probably don't understand what's happening. Well, I'll explain the chain of events that had occurred and their reasoning behind them. First, I will introduce myself. I'm... well. You can call me the Prophet. You could even call me Alan Smithee, I prefer to be called Alan. I am everywhere and nowhere and our two main characters have been working under my command.
Is it blackmail?
Yes, in fact, I did blackmail them.
How come they managed to pass out earlier before heading to the prison/hotel when they should most likely be immune to such poisons?
Well, that's because I put them there.
What about the monster?
An illusion and I took them again which is why they lost consciousness, but I guess we aren't there yet. Timelines sort of... diverge here.
It's confusing so keep track.
1998, Seth and Nixon arrive at the hotel I commanded them to go to since I gave them a mission to kill Curico since Curico knows about the island. Their
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