You hadn't expected it to be this cold.
This dark.
Was this death?
Was this the end?
You didn't know what it was.
A suffocating dark, paralyzing cold, and prickling tingling.
Your vision begins to spot and you wonder if it isn't actually darkness, but a temporary lapse in your vision. Maybe it's not dark at all. First, the pulsing, breathing black, then the splotchy purples, the raging red, the grinding orange the screaming yellow the painful
So exceedingly painful
White.
The dark returns, but now there are tiny shadows marking the presence of some light. You are no longer blind, but still in the dark.
The cold was never really cold, though. It's hot. Burning, actually.
You begin to squirm under the million pinpricks of heat only to find you are confined. Not wrapped tightly, but rather bagged. Up is down and down might quite possibly be to your left. The only determinable direction is a steady swinging from side to side.
After some time of struggling against the roughspun fabric of your container (having already forgotten the pain of the heat), you settle down enough to deduct you are trashing about within a suspended sack.
Do you...
Whip out your knife and cut a hole near the top?
Skip to "12:00"
Pull out your lighter and burn a hole?
Skip to "6:00"
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
