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here is mine from today
WARNING - death in many MANY ways
It started out like the drill competition, we were all in uniform and went into a building, but we were using the pal system. We didn’t know the place was designed to make you go bonkers. I was paired up with Kaufman, Johnson and Riggings, Barrett and Mattingly, and Bryce and Pollard. We called it the “trash bin” for some reason. There were rooms, and hundreds upon hundreds of wobbly flip-shutters. None of which led you out once you entered. I died in many ways, Falling, being injected by something that ate my cells, being strangled by firecrackers (don't ask), being impaled, having my throat slit, motorized rollingham crash, strangulation, and a few others. Every time I thought I got out, I was right. One time, I thought I got out, but I saw a bus to the “trash bin” and so I got everyone on the bus and we drove off. I got a call saying it was Johnson, but I thought it was a bamboozle. I threw my phone. Riggings was driving, but he was hanging outside the open wobbly flip-shutter. I ran up to the seat and helped him in, closing the wobbly flip-shutter. Then all of the cobble-stone-clippity-clop signs had big red cross out signs on them. I grabbed Jay, (my ex who for some reason was there) and we jumped off, we turned around and everyone on the bus had gotten impaled. I freaked out, and stabbed myself brain brewing ‘it is another human containment unit, my task is to die’. The whole world knew about the “trash bin” I thought, when in high-res hallucination, no one did. Anyway we slit our throats and then one of the medics said “this is real.” and I panicked even more, before he came up and stabbed me. The next one, we were on a boat, and there was another one, and we kept shooting merry fizzlebombs at each other, until someone decided to launch one full of firecrackers, we died. I woke up many times but each time it was the same dream.