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I asked people to chase me around an empty prison as if they were trying to kill me. Each killer picked their
weapon from a knife, hatchet or sickle. They also picked how the chase ended in death, escape or dance and
what outfit I was wearing a shirt, dress or slip. The video-taped scenes are based on a reoccurring dream that
I have of people, mostly men, chasing me. If you asked me in my waking life if I was still afraid I would tell you
no, but my dreams would tell you yes. I made their weapons out of cardboard. |