I Live in a Pineapple Under the Sea

I dwell amidst the barnacle encrusted skeletons of lost souls claimed by the abyss. I wander a surreal, submerged landscape crawling with creatures neither man nor fish, but something in between. I slave in the sweltering kitchen of an avaricious, crab-like entity who can never be appeased. The judgemental eyes of a cthulhoid beast stare into my soul day after day. This pineapple, this aquatic hellscape, this prison... my sanity erodes and the hideous laughter erupts from my mouth. The creature that stares back from the mirror is a ghastly mockery of human form. There is no escaping the feeling that I'm being watched.

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