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I would like to introduce you to something that is far more sinister
and decadent than you could possibly imagine. When passing down a
small dirt road, occasionally you'll see a sign. To most passersby,
these signs serve as landmarks to your destination.

However, in some cases, these destinations are skewered into an
alternate reality unseen but by the most daring adventurers.
Sometimes, you may pass them by without ever knowing that you've been
there. If this is the case, be glad you're still here.

Specifically, what I would like to introduce you to is a Town called
Price. This is a place that you pray in your wildest dreams you never
come across.

What's so bad about that, you ask? What could possibly go wrong?

The answer is that you may never make it back alive to tell the tale.
In some cases, your personal history may be erased entirely from
existence. To some, this may be a godsend: A place to start over, and
make amends with yourself, your sins, and to those around you.

However, the salvation is bittersweet, as it is given. It just depends
on how much you are willing to sacrifice to keep it.

If you are unfortunate enough to stay, your life will always be in
jeopardy: A delicate balance between total control and collapse. If
you make it out alive, consider yourself lucky as you may never want
to return.

The choice is yours. Redemption must come from within.

The time is now. A Town Called Price.

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