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They may have taken my eardrums, but they will never take my freedom

At first it was quiet, too quiet. But boy, with a weapon in your hands and a newfound deafness from close quarters gunfire, its amazing the carnage you can wreck with an bottomless magazine!

"Tell me again why I'm blindfolded?"
"Its a trust exercise, Ill look from up here and tell you where to go!"
"But you can only see me when I'm standing in this room, why cant you at least follow me so you know where I'm going?"
"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it, you'll be fine!"

Day 37: They just keep coming. I have cut down these red eyed gnomes more times than i can remember, I've blown up the walls more than I can count. Yet I remain trapped in these three chambers. No door has appeared, no freedom for Charlie Archer. Perhaps I shall take my mage's blade and fall upon it, or else allow one of these fell beasts to cut me down, little by little. Maybe in Death I will find my freedom.