Anyway.

Me and these three other people were trying to climb a mountain that had nuggets of silver and gold embedded into the rock. They kept pulling out the gold and silver, and I was shouting at them to stop because they'd make the rock collapse. The rock collapsed, and we all fell down, and I got knocked unconscious.

I woke up in this really long corridor made of stone. A group of about ten of my friends was there, and they had a set of instructions. They were stood at the doors of an elevator, reading the instructions. They were told that one of them had to bite a chunk out of their own hand so the elevator doors would open. They did so, and the doors opened. But, before I could get up and get in, they closed again.

I was scared that they'd left me, but then I turned to my right and there where three other people standing by the doors of another elevator. Then these two women came and they were like, really big and authoritive and looked like police officers. They opened the elevator doors and took us down, and when I stepped out I was in a big dark circular stone room.

Then, I heard screaming, and these things - sort of like hallucinations - appeared all around me. It showed what was happening to my group of friends that had gone down earlier: they were trapped in the walls, screaming, and ripping each other's insides out.

Then, the women took me down a really narrow passage, past this man. The man, he was like, half bird.. And he had no eyes. Like they'd been scratched out. When I walked past him, he grabbed onto me and told me that I was pathetic, talentless, worthless, stupid, all pessimistic stuff like that.

After I'd walked past him, there were these things, like holes in the walls. You had to throw chunks of rotting human flesh at them and they'd open up and give you a number. I did it, and it was number seventeen. I've always been sort of unsure about number seventeen - it doesn't have a colour, nor a personality, so I didn't know what to think.

Then this man was like, "James, tell Chase the vulgar news !" in this really sadistic voice, sort of like he was enjoying it. I was about to ask who James was, then I turned around and in the corner was my friend, James. Except, he had a black plastic bag over his head, and his nails were about 2 inches long and sharpened to knife-like points. And he was twitching, severely, almost like he was fitting. But, with every twitch, his bones cracked. Like when someone cracks their knuckles.

He crawled over to me, without the use of his legs.. He sort of dragged himself over, cracking, and blood started dribbling down his neck from under the bag. I wanted to help him, and I tried to help him, but he grabbed onto me and pulled himself up... I could see his face pressed against the bag, just his features, and his mouth was gaping open and the bag was being sucked in and out really quickly due to him breathing. Then he like stabbed me with his long nails, but his hand went right inside me.. And he like pulled something out and then I woke up.

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Her rugged ghetto whore ;)

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lmao, you're like 20mins late.

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Lol stfu =) It took me ages to write

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Her rugged ghetto whore ;)