You press the channel button and suddenly everything gets blurry. You close your eyes, and as you open them you're in a complete. The garage sale is gone, and so is the town. You are now standing in the middle of a desolate wasteland. A screech echo's from the distance. You feel something wet between your toes. As you look down, you see your feet slowly sinking in what appears to be a soft, red clay-like substance. Panicking, you keep bashing the channel button, hoping it will take you back.
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