that's not so bad
It was some kind of Evil Fog
with Elves for some reason
I could smell some kind of melange of rotten eggs
and burning tires
The fog was thick and yellow like old man jockeys, it gets you no matter where you are. There's nothing you can do to get away from the Evil Fog of Death. The smell gets in to your hair, and clothes...I dreamt of it last night....it was....everywhere...If it had a sound, it would be fingernails on a blackboard, and it condenses into children's tears.
This boss used to make me cry as a child
Long story short, I can't wait until the Fog of Death is gone, I'm tired of living in a rejected Steven King short story, I just want summer and deck beers.
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on arcade.... GOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emily
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