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i had just started. my second or third patrol. about 10:00 on a wednesday.

no way.

the most messed up thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

hand to god.

you’re full of it.

The depot was clearing out for the night.

the guy must have got his hand sucked up the tires trying to smack the side of the bus.

the Driver probably didn’t see the guy, business type dragging a carry on, trying to catch the last bus.

damn.

we all watched as they lifted the bus. the poor soul’s body was mangled in the undercarriage.

it had to have driven 20 feet before stopping. the guy was gone in two.

here it comes -

holy -

that wasn’t the worst of it.

the guy’s face had to have hit the tire first cause his eyeballs were wrapped around the left axle like jingle bells.

and I swear this is true.

they blinked.

and i’m telling you i looked directly at them-- --those eyes --

Well, I'm sure you may have heard rumors of complaints being called in - people hearing weird noises from the subway platforms or seeing oddly shaped shadows.

Patterson. Zapruder. You guys just trans ferred from Department G, right?

Last week.

Come in!

Check out Rector Street.

The truth is that we get dozens of calls a week!

They usually amount to nothing but we just got one from someone saying they saw a nun jump on the tracks and disappear.

Use the secret entrance to the tracks though.

“Like I said, it's probably nothing but it's important that passengers don’t suspect anything is wrong.”

Is it me, or is the smell getting worse down here?

it changes from one area to the next. This is actually the fresh part.

Fresh?

Mm-hmm. It just depends on what area your in.

Eh, I don't see the off pass entrance so we'll just have to jump down.

Who’s that?

a recollection by carl webster.

It’s Friday night, around midnight.

Though it is May, the air is chilly and getting colder as I pull up to the address emailed to me.

A mysterious person needs my help, but she can communicate with me only (ever) after sunset--

--as is the case with these sorts of encounters.

I can see a decaying house outline against a night -

-no-

- ominous sky.

Laboring onward to the entrance of a dingy, overgrown yard – the surrounding bushes clearly not tended to in years, I feel my chest tighten.

They're - they're gone.

Is it really going to be that easy? It is, in fact, about to be that easy.

my eyes struggle to adjust outside my prison, but i see a smiling face in the dim light.

a bucket left behind by my captors.

a bucket full of ...

... full of

In the end, I stand on an eerily quiet street amongst the trees, starting to shiver from the cold and nearly blinded by the moonlight.

alone.

My relief at survival is tempered by the knowledge that this is just the first of three installments.

DANGIT!

It is these nuances that set “The Ciphers of Apocalypse's Aperture” apart from other experiences.

This is not an experience that relies on expansive sets, expensive technologies, or extravagant furnishings.

Almost the entirety of the experience takes place in an old house, which feels like the perfect backdrop for the event.

It felt intimate, inviting, and lived in.

Anything Carl-zone, but if this is about moving the trashcans to the sidewalk again -

What? No, it's not that. Did you see anyone strange walking around the apartment last night?

why do you ask?

Hmmm. I don't think so. Just scared the spit out of a possum. poor thing.

hrm. no reason.

Well, alright, nice chatting with you! I should get back. busy night ahead.

That guy's a good egg.

You know, I completely forgot the purpose of walking in here. It would be silly to go home empty handed.

Hey stock boy, where would I find the spaghetti, please?

- yeah - I've done so far.

The Surgeon’s newest escape game, Zoetrope, is by far the most intense -

While avoiding any spoilers, let's just say this escape room really makes you know where you stand with your friends.

- no - CHALLENGING puzzle -

substantial reward.

and post!

392 thousand views. {sigh}

THERE’S ALWAYS TOMORROW.

hm.