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You get caught impersonating brad in the chat channel. Go to jail.
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You realize that you are just one of billions and billions of people on earth, and that your relative signfigance, historically, politically, socially, and otherwise, is almost non-existent.
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| Go to Barnes and Nobles and get a job as an assistant manager. (Refer to rule book for further instructions) | |
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You stop at Tweet-Tweet's house for evening tea. Skip next turn.
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