Im cursed to have an eternity of suffering

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Chapter 1- legend begins

"Here I am, lying here half way to death. I've been stuck in this wretched suit for thirty years! Left here to die by those stupid phantoms of my victims, I don't deserve to die. Those children got what they had coming and now I'm sitting here, dying, rotting, alone. I swear to myself, I was a monster in life but I will be a nightmare in death. My rotting soul wants to get out but my mind feels reinforced. I looked to my left as I see a man, wearing jeans and a black jacket that's faded like the fog. He seemed surprised and called in more men. I couldn't move, I was stuck with my rotting feeble body. No wonder they found me. The building was rotting down to the base. The men grabbed me and shoved me into a box as big as a doorway. They were handling me with so much care. It was odd. I was blacked out, I was out cold. I woke up only to see my self in a room surrounded by arcade machines. I tried to move, I tumbled over. I twitched and realized I had got it to move. I slowly got up, trying to get balance and leaning against the checkered pattern wall. I looked down slowly while feeling the cracking of what was left of my bones. I saw a checkered patterned floor. NO, not again! I yelled. This place, my terrors, my nightmares, they were all here. This was it, my nightmares come true. It was here and I wasn't even fully dead yet. I screamed and all I heard was a loud, crashing yell. My eyes opened. What the grod was that, i said to myself. I sat down, I thought. I had figured it out, it was set..."

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