This one is written by me, is not from DEMA website.
It's so cold here. All of the time all I feel is the cold sensation that appears to rattle my bones in the most painful way I think is possible. The yellow-taped man from the Trench disappeared without a trace, it would appear.
It scares me to think that I actually prefer DEMA to this hellish environment. It's freezing in my thin dema clothes, freezing me to the bone and leaving me with nothing but goosebumps and blue lips and red fingertips that hurt to move.
It's cold and cold and colder as the days progress. And it feels like neon gravestones are calling to my bones for whatever reason. The trench is getting darker. This is where I end. Cover me. -Clancy
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Free & Flightless (Trench)
FanfictionTyler and Josh are thrown into the depths of hardships and impossible feats when they discover the dark secrets of DEMA, eerie letters, the sacrifices that must be made, and the "blood-thirsty lions" everybody has been whispering about for so long. ...
