!LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:36 No.6202940|
As soon as the tweezers close in, they snatch up your body - then at thin air. An abundant source of water combined with the slippery mucus that already covers your body is more than enough for you to escape from all but the firmest grip.
Then begins the athletics. You slip and slide, from side to side, back and forth, up and down, round and round, rolling and rolling towards the centre of the sink, evading the grip of the tweezers with surprising grace. In one last show of defiance, you vomit up the last of what your innards contain, leaving a long, dirty stain on the metallic surface before you slip into the open drain.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is fucking fun! It's like some sort of bizarre waterslide descending, descending, descending forever. If you had any food left inside of you, you'd be chucking it up. However, after your previous display, you do not.
After what seems like an eternity, finally your heavy, white bulk splashes into a massive, dank sewer. This section of the sewers stinks of blood and chemicals and of the corpses of a thousand of your people.
It smells delicious.
It smells like freedom.
So, /tg/. You're now a part of a strange new ecosystem beneath the earth. An endless maze of drains extends before you. What do you wish to do?