I mentioned posting some of my writing, so here we go:
The World as a Punching Bag
Oh no. The lights have turned on in this gym again. That probably means that I'm going to feel a lot of pain soon. Everyday, they beat me, beat me, and beat me. Punch me, kick me, and hurt me. I don't know if anything has it tougher than me.
My life has been terrible. I remember being in this dark space and the sound of the people outside were all muffled. Then, I heard this ripping sound and saw light above me as I was yanked into this world.
They then proceeded to hang me up by my chains and then swing me around to make sure I was secure. I've been hanging like this for 4 years now. They would hit me now and then until, one day, a lot of people started coming in. They would life the dumbbells and beat the tar out of each other, but they mostly beat me. Not a day has gone by that I havent had to taste the sweaty fist of these sadists. Not one day that I haven't had to smell the sweat mixed in with the sand that's inside of me.
One man, who all the others fear, came by and beat me for a while. It was the worst pain I have ever experienced. He was screaming things as he was hurting me. I haven't figured out if he was yelling at me or someone else. He kept hitting me and pounding em when I felt my skin rip open. Oh god, I wanted to scream so much. My sand was spilling in the floor and the man stood there with a smile on his face as the others stood shocked.
They've done their best to fix me with a combination of stitches and this stuff called "duck tape." I wonder briefly if it's made from ducks. Anyway, I'm not nearly as tough as I used to be, but despite that, people still come in daily and I'm left at night to cower and lick my wounds.
I've noticed that they've set up a box about my size next to me. I hear them say that they've been meaning to open it. Maybe it's my casket to take me away from this horrible, horrible place. Or maybe it's a brother to share the pain with me. I don't understand how they could replace me. Who else they could find that would suffer like this?
That man has just walked in. He looks injured but he's still eying me. Now he's walking over here with that same look of hate in his eyes. He's going to beat me again. I pray to whatever god there is to take me away from this torture chamber called a "gym."
The World as a Punching Bag
Oh no. The lights have turned on in this gym again. That probably means that I'm going to feel a lot of pain soon. Everyday, they beat me, beat me, and beat me. Punch me, kick me, and hurt me. I don't know if anything has it tougher than me.
My life has been terrible. I remember being in this dark space and the sound of the people outside were all muffled. Then, I heard this ripping sound and saw light above me as I was yanked into this world.
They then proceeded to hang me up by my chains and then swing me around to make sure I was secure. I've been hanging like this for 4 years now. They would hit me now and then until, one day, a lot of people started coming in. They would life the dumbbells and beat the tar out of each other, but they mostly beat me. Not a day has gone by that I havent had to taste the sweaty fist of these sadists. Not one day that I haven't had to smell the sweat mixed in with the sand that's inside of me.
One man, who all the others fear, came by and beat me for a while. It was the worst pain I have ever experienced. He was screaming things as he was hurting me. I haven't figured out if he was yelling at me or someone else. He kept hitting me and pounding em when I felt my skin rip open. Oh god, I wanted to scream so much. My sand was spilling in the floor and the man stood there with a smile on his face as the others stood shocked.
They've done their best to fix me with a combination of stitches and this stuff called "duck tape." I wonder briefly if it's made from ducks. Anyway, I'm not nearly as tough as I used to be, but despite that, people still come in daily and I'm left at night to cower and lick my wounds.
I've noticed that they've set up a box about my size next to me. I hear them say that they've been meaning to open it. Maybe it's my casket to take me away from this horrible, horrible place. Or maybe it's a brother to share the pain with me. I don't understand how they could replace me. Who else they could find that would suffer like this?
That man has just walked in. He looks injured but he's still eying me. Now he's walking over here with that same look of hate in his eyes. He's going to beat me again. I pray to whatever god there is to take me away from this torture chamber called a "gym."
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takakoshimizu:
Oh there's a guy on the fourth page too, so yeah there's a couple guys.
takakoshimizu:
If you looking on the site, you'll see reviews for Painkiller on PC, and God of War on PS2. Reviews should be like 400-600 words.