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phil
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You look through the hedges into the path that was originally on your left hand side, but is now in front of you. You dare not enter, red flames shoot out from the hedge, burning the air. Your skin begins to feel warm as you stand taking in the vision before you. Flaming ashes fly through the sky, blocking out any sun light. In the center of the room burning in a cage of steel and barbed wire you stand, your body twitching from pain, your eyes strain to stay closed as flames continually burn your face. You hair is aflame, shivers run up and down your spine as you realize you are not looking into the room. But gazing out, watching yourself stare back at you, mindlessly. As you open your mouth to scream the air is sucked out of your lungs and pain shoots down into your heart. Daggers are slipped in and out of your skin, visions of only more unendurable pain fills your mind, as you are forced to focus on the burning of your body. Blood leaps from your arms, bubbling black along your fingernails as it drips off. You realize this is were you have been the entire time, your life a fleeting excape but for a moment from the unrelenting agony.
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toasted tourist
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Bummer Dude.
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020308
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User24
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wonders if there actually is a way to complete this without dying a horrible death... as he burns.
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phil
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back to the start @ bzb9800 (as far as I can make out...
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Death of a Rose
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Holy hells hand grenades batman, where's rambo and terminator when you need them.
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031014
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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