This Isnt A Game...

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Suddenly, the hand releases its grip. I fall on my hands and knees, gasping for air. I hear the monster bellow, and I hear a devilish, mischievous laugh and look and a small, lanky creature with four arms, each wielding a sickle. It's mask had jagged teeth on it, and it wears gloves, a hoodie, and sweatpants. It brings down two arms and slices the monster butcher's head open. He slumps to the ground. The demon then looks at me, sliding the blades against each other. I crawl backwards and put my arms up to defend myself, but instead, the demon slinks away. I start crying, because I know that I could die any moment. I manage to pick my weapon up. And start aimlessly wandering the halls. Suddenly I hear the unmistakable sound of a baseball bat moving quickly through air. I duck, and the bat is just shy of bashing my skull in. I raise my scythe just in time to block the bat. I swing, and cut the man in half, he didn't look to scary, he just had two heads, otherwise, he looked human. I found a door, I tried to open it with the blade of my scythe, but it wouldn't budge. So I gave up, and headed down another hall, wondering how I made it this far. I looked around and saw a lever, so I pulled it down. Suddenly, the world span and shifted until I was in the middle of a forest.

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