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strap in your little fuckin seatbelts kiddies, I'll tell you the story of when I visited purgatory
>lived just outside of Liverpool, England
>dirtbiking with a buddy, lets call him Jim, down a dirt road in the forest
>after about a 20 minute trip down, we were about an hour away from home, so we decide to take a break there before turning back
>we take out the food we brought and look around for a good place to sit down and eat
>Jim notices a brightly coloured, very properly shaped rock a few meters into the woods
>as we get closer we realize it's an abandoned in-ground bunker that must have been leftover from the war
>friggin rights this is kick ass
>we go into the bunker hoping to find some cool shit
>the walls on the inside were really dirty, despite looking pretty well kept on the outside
>a bunch of old army helmets strung up on some hooks on one of the walls, some old empty crates
>finders keepers
>grab one and strap it to my head, Jim takes one too but doesn't put it on
>after checking the empty crates, we eat our food and take our leave
>Jim walks ahead of me, I follow
>just as I walk out the entrance to the bunker, I feel a compacting feeling on my neck and shoulders
>everything goes black (I guess I passed out or something)
>wake up strapped to a stretcher in what looks like a doctors office
>greenish-blue walls, but really bright red carpet
>there's a guy in scrubs standing at a desk in the far corner from me
>elevator door on the wall to my left
>blood trails left on the carpet leading into the elevator
>trails look like some poor sod was dragged while bleeding out
>there are a few bunk beds at the foot of my stretcher
>start yelling at the guy in scrubs
>he doesn't seem to notice my existance at first
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