Devil D-Cree Of The 1 That Leaves & Locks The Door. I Know I Ain't Me.
Penitentiary Education M-Bodies My N-Stant Study.
Bloody Splotches On The White Smooth Floor.
Sore. I Move A Bit 2 Get My Muscles 2gether. Alright. Adrenaline.
Again, Back 2 Where I Need 2. Level:43, I'm Ready.
Body M-Emerges From A Nearby Bodybag. B4 I Can Do Anything She Let's Me Know I'm A Buddy.
Suddenly, Weaponry. I Might Just Make It Through Level:43.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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