August, 1999. You're a fresh college grad passing the time in your parents' rural retreat before the tourist season picks up and your first job as "Junior Researcher" at a nearby wildlife-themed resort begins. Located on the outskirts of the run down backwater town called Redridge, the crickets and your empty beer bottles are your only companions. It's getting late, and you decide to put on a pot of coffee and throw something in the microwave...just then, you hear a pounding at the door. Then...the windows.

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PsyWarVeteran
PsyWarVeteran - - 1,875 comments

Sausage man.

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Half-Rats Author
Half-Rats - - 1,334 comments

Yeeep.

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Krychur
Krychur - - 975 comments

hmm... I'm gonna go ahead and guess workers' rights aren't a thing in the Redridge universe.

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Haruspicij
Haruspicij - - 132 comments

so similar to ours

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Half-Rats Author
Half-Rats - - 1,334 comments

They were, just...not in Redridge.

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