>>6099843>>Run.You escape successfully!
The soles of your shoes clash against the desertic soil. And one after another your steps howl and echo across the vast *nothing*.
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–"And then?"
Then,
there's silence.
You feel the cold sweat falling from your brow. Drops awaiting to boil through the heat of the biosphere. Feeling important enough to torment your eye balls as they fade - "A potent death" - They think.
In the distance... Agonizing cries and squeals, pure suffering to deaf ears! And their glory becomes inverted and entrailed, spreading the tragedy of inconcluded epics. Memories and epithets alike, both succumb erased and left dry by the sun.
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The sombrero flies and gets lost in the wind. The snakes tired hope the hat will pass over their heads and give them shadow, even if just for a moment.
In this terrible silence, the eyeballs absorb the sweat, your mind continues walking, and in it's place, the legs ponder..
>Who stole their epics? <span class="mu-s"> [FREE ACTION] + [INTROSPECTION] </span>>Haha, take that sons of the slut! (Will this earn me respect?!) <span class="mu-s"> [WALKER OF THE STEPS] </span>>I killed The Lard. Will i ever see the other two again? >...What is there to ponder? i scaped with my ass intact!>The Scorpions, that was their name. But why were they called **The Scorpions**? <span class="mu-s"> [EPITHET] </span> <span class="mu-s"> WHY ARE THEY CALLED THE SCORPIONS, ASK ME!!!! ASK ME!! </span>
