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You stand at the road in some rather backwoods territory. There doesn't seem to be anyone about, except for the four others now standing with you. Do you know them? Should you know them? Hmmmm that bridge. You hope it's safe. You really don't like this situation. You decide to vote for someone here with you.
Not knowing each other's names, you call yourself:
Autumn, Zinto, MrBug, ntndeacon, and The Jackal
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