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A Gentleman's Review Of Strafe

I exit the elevator. There’s a narrow corridor in front of me that makes a bifurcation. Ahead, there’s a dead end and to the left, more baddies. I turn the corner, shotgun in hand and blast a grenade down the hall. It glues in the head of the first zombie. I blast him with regular shots. But he’s too close and I blow…

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