DIRT ~ finished

DIRT ~ finished

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The Pit, also referred to as 'the long ending' or 'death of despair', is dug in the year 1898, when crime became a struggling thing in the town Mervy. Murderers, rapers and other heavy bad people got sentenced to death, but the major of Mervy decided the electric chair went to quick for humans made out of pure evil and filth. He collected all of them in the centre of the town, and made them dig for days and days. And each day the prisoners disappeared deeper in the ground, being forced to dig until there was no ability to get out anymore. The pit got three rules: 1. After committing a crime above robbery, you'll be sentenced to end your days in the company of the earth. As close as you can possible imagine. 2. Three ways to exit the Long Ending, 1. Climb the dirt walls, and fall your way to death, 2. Make someone from the world above replace your spot in the pits. And be forever stuck with the guilt. 3. End your miserable little life, and be freed forever. 3. The rain is your water, meat will crawl either from the ground, or'll have to be ripped from the bones of your fellow criminals. And through all the years, thousands of people born in Mervy ended their lives praising the freedom they once held in their hands. But breathed their last breaths, only holding dirt. 'What does it feel like to one day be apart of the ground?' Will wonders. He'll find out soon enough.a
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