Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. I continue to fall down this black, seamlessly never-ending green-tinged pit; upon a closer look, I see that the edges are made of... hands? Why hands? They almost looked like they were making positions for shadow puppets? The daunting puppets then grab ahold of me with the force of an army of food reviewers- the distorted, robotic voices of the thousands of hands lining the hole of darkness. "John..." they paused. "Shall you go up, or down?" I attempt to assess my situation, but both ends of the hole are pitch black, and I'm not even sure how I can see the hands grabbing me now. "I... I guess I'll go down."
"He chose down!" They repeated as they dropped me with twice strength and roughness they'd originally snatched me up with. It's like these goblins have no regard for human life.
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