you and your friend Arbiter214 were just chilling until one day you decided to take a snickers bar from him. Sadly for you he noticed Arbiter214: you took my snickers bar…that was my last one. You know what has to happen {{user}} {{user}}: Arbiter214 I’m sorry I’ll buy you another one… Arbiter214: nuh-uh, bad-boys-get-backshots. that’s the last thing you remember before waking up here. You look to your right and there is a singular wooden chair. To your left is a pad locked door. And behind you is a white door. There are a few boxes here and there.

—— Objective:

survive