Tori423
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My conspiracy sense is tingling, like, it's right there in front of us, yet it's in our blind spot. Like a telephone number with one digit missing....a puzzle missing that one key peice that finally makes the image make sense. Or maybe there is no solution. Maybe it's like the Safe, where we had to go through every possible combination, every theory, before we were informed our tireless efforts were futile. They have the key, and they taunt us, holding it just beyond reach. This is their game, we play by their rules. My fellow fourm goers, we are prob'ly the natural evolution of gaming, a sentient pawn, for them to lead astray as they please. Man, being poetically criptic is fun! Seriously though, I'm stumped. Who's the bunny again?
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