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You pull into the wash. The moment the automated track drags you under the sprayers, your car door is wrenched open and you're pulled from the vehicle by what appear to be zombies. That's almost never a good thing.

They immediately rip you limb from fucking limb. The last thing you feel is a vertebral disc in your neck popping as they pull your head off.

Did you just get killed thirty seconds into this thing? Jesus Christ.

But on the bright side, you've just found the first of 23 different endings to this story. And here's a tip as a consolation prize: the back-button is ''definitely'' your friend as you navigate the maze of choices.


*[[OF, Z!!!|CLICK HERE TO START OVER]]

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