The jabberwocky

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Day one.
Dust of wind whirling around an empty deserted place. My head swirling uncontrollably, my eyes are about to shut off as my body moves like a spaghetti. The hot blazing summer over beats me as i hallucinate weird thoughts. Making me tempted for some refreshing beverages, “Ahh isn't that nice?”, I said to myself. Where am I? Well, I am on my way to land the ship to the safest route, but suddenly an atrocious jabberwocky caught his eyes upon our mother ship, his muscled fired up like a piston. The crew is alerted and confused. They chattered and chattered about dying, but no actions were done. So I stand in front of the crew, I ask for their attention and instruct them that we must walk in separate ways.

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