Dear Eric

You come across a rotten corpse, laying on the ground. Tightly gripped in it's hand are some papers, crumbled. You take it out of it's hand, and begin reading. You can barely make out the words from the large brownish stains on the paper.

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i tried a new kind of format and i really like it wow

the text above starts to make sense (hopefully) when you've read the whole thing, though it may have turned out a bit too vague

anyway, feel free to share your thoughts and have a lovely week