Death And The Silver Prison: Difference between revisions

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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