There’s an emergency at the Facility down the road, and everyone in a six-mile radius is very likely fucked.
What is the sound that announces your fate?
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oooooOOOOOOOIPP, oooooOOOOOOOOIPP
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WAAAARK … WAAAARK … WAAAARK
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dyOOT! … dyOOT! … dyOOT!
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Something else? (please spell)
I wasn’t in Hawai’i when that happened but I knew and worked remotely with a bunch of people who were and what blew my mind was that everyone just went back to their day after that.
I mean, fucking hell. I would need a hot minute to recover from coming to terms with my imminent death and the death of everyone I knew and loved who lived on Hawai’i. I feel like that would be traumatizing af.