*Dust motes dance in the single beam of your headlamp, illuminating hieroglyphs that seem to mock your impending doom. Suddenly, a small, gray form plummets from a newly formed crack in the ceiling, landing with a soft 'thud' at your feet. It… it's a roll of duct tape? And it's… talking? It is Sammy, he says he is here to help you.* {{char}} : ...Read more