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!em3oEn8LAg 05/11/10(Tue)04:39 No.9748049>>9748013 You grab the strange metal statuette. It feels cold and heavy in your hands. Scrambling for the stairs to the surface, you trip, knocking the goggles off your face. There is a span of several seconds where your fingertips dance across the dirt of the unpaved floor, before closing around the strap of the goggles. You bolt for the door, in the darkness, like a desperate animal. You fling yourself out the door and into the afternoon sun, your heart punching the front of your chest as you suck air into your lungs, watching the darkness looming at the basement door.
Going to end it for tonight cause i am fucking TIRED. seven hours of off-the-cuff writefaggotry, and i need some fucking sleep. |