affame_le_geant_a_very_sad_thing fyn gula "it's a long way down to where i don't belong, to where all of us are nameless," puppertwinkle said to himself as he spiraled out of control, descending into the depths of proina's darkness. there was little visibility, but the little dog was able to see the skeletons of those unfortunate ones who had fallen through her icy judgements, yielding to her condemnation, surrendering to her wrath. "but my bones will live!" cried his heart. and though the laws of gravity were very strict, he would bend them for his own benefit. when puppertwinkle recovered from the initial shock of the ice water's freezing temperatures and regained enough composure to determine his direction, he gauged his available oxygen and dog-paddled towards the light at the surface. most humans faced in this perilous situation succumb to drowning because in their panic, they freak, lose their wits and are unable to locate their original port of entry. not the case with the canine species. an instinctual guiding mechanism brought the little chihuahua straight up like a submarine. he found his hole and popped out of the water. proina was mildly impressed, raising an eyebrow. immediately, he gasped for air, his tiny legs treading the frigid water. he tried to scramble up and out but every time he made progress on the slick surface, proina laughed derisively and pushed him back in. over and over this happened. a record skipping. "there's two things i must do when i finally get out of this mess i'm in," puppertwinkle thought to himself as he endured. he was denying the fact that he was quickly running out of strength and was so numb from the cold he could barely feel his paws. "first, i must establish some kind of defense system that will warn me of proina's future attacks. and second, i need to open package four from the gift box. i have a feeling it will determine what we are to do next." and that's how he was able to continue fighting, struggling, overcoming his fatigue. there is no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war. he saw through it to the other side where he stood victorious. there was a world that needed him, that was waiting for him. he refused to give up because there was life to live and a purpose to fullfill. he had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as one without hope and one unmotivated. they were the two worst things to be. and then he became bellicose. he growled, teeth chattering uncontrollably, his entire body a mass of shivers and trembling. he tried biting proina's clawhands as they pushed him back down but it was futile because her fingers were made from tempered steel and were razorblade sharp. his attacks did nothing but make things worse. he was cutting himself in his blind fury, turning the frothy water red with his own blood. he tried leaping past her, but she caught him like a fish and shoved him back effortlessly. he tried insulting her with curses and expletives, but his words were mumbled chatter and proina yawned trying to deciper them. and then a very sad thing happened. 021019 what's it to you? who go blather from