I need your help. I mean, you're the one who is supposed to talk me out of things before I do anything stupid. 

Time has stopped moving, and that might turn out to have been my fault. I didn't mean to do it. You must believe me. I'll prove it to you if you help me fix this. There are other people who might be able to help us. 

Unfortunately, they are all mad. 

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Mild humorous references to "madness" and dissociative identity disorder similar to Lewis Carroll.

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12th Place - 23rd Annual Interactive Fiction Competition (2017)