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Go out the door
You leave the spawn room and find yourself in an equipment chamber of some sort. Along the walls are first aid kids, armor vests, and backpacks full of ammunition. An enormous man wearing red and holding a minigun lumbers into the room, puts on a couple armor vests, treats a gunshot wound to his shoulder, slings a couple backpacks full of minigun ammo on his back, and then runs out again.
What a strange place.







