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In all your LIFE you never really understood your DAD too well. His machinations always felt random or inscrutable. His interests, specific yet normalized among the populi. His fascination with all things CONSTRUCTED hid from you the things you never thought possible.

This. This dark chasm of possibility within his very own ROOM, under your very own HOUSE, is just the latest exploit of your daily life that's been uncovered to you.

And you hate it. Like, really bad.