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I awoke in the dark today, knowing not what happened, or of my past. There are many of us here, all fruitlessly clamoring for freedom, I say fruitlessly because it appears as if we have been paralyzed by our captors, that, or we have had our limbs removed; I'm not sure which. At last, our prison shakes, soon we meet the cold embrace of death, and freedom! Yet we are not killed, the shaking ends, the prison is revealed and light shines though. The inside walls of the place are silver and shiny, albeit spattered with the skin-flakes of some of us.

 

 

I was more horrified than D, being lifted up by an organic structure, with five flesh-like columns protruding from it. To have them feel my dried skin was horrifying. As I slowly was carried towards the prison chamber, it's white tile walls on the front began to lift up, I could feel the sweat dripping down my brow (If I even had one by now), it caked on to my skin, mixed with my blood. As I moved closer to my death, my life flashed before my eyes. I remember now - hours upon hours of playing with my friends in the cornfield, blissfully among the greens-CRACK. Just as soon as my life began to flash before my eyes, it stopped, as I had been broken. Eaten. Crunched. For you see, I am a Dorito.

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