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Living it out...

BBG sat up. He looked around in awe. This wasnt his house, it looked like Hell, but it wasnt a dream either. Dreams didnt seem this real. Was it real? He didnt know, he didnt care he just wanted out. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was once again but to no avail. Where he was was a mystery, to him at least. Who was behind this? Where was he and how in the fuck did he get to where he is? He stood up, dusting himself off, and pulling something from his hair. It looked like some kind of pastry treat, but upon closer inspection it turned out to be bone and blood. He tossed it aside with disgust. He wiped the blood off onto a stone wall, and shook his hand as if to erase the fact that he just had a body part in his hands. He walked down a dark corridor, his vision adjusting to the darkness slowly, and he felt along. He took a few steps and he tripped over something. He looked, and saw the form of a human, slumped over, dead, head shot open. BBG gasped then his eyes shot down into a look of anger. He figures whatever killed this guy was still around so he searched the body, and found a Glock 9mm, and a few clips. He also found a knife, so he took this as well, and stood back up. He walked down the corridor, until he went into a bright room, and he stood there. Where in the fuck was he? He gripped the gun so tight, his knuckles were red, and his gaze shifting to and fro looking for something or someone to shoot or ask what the fuck was going on...

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I bet you all are just dying in wait of the next DoomWorld Jeopardy.

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I bet you all are just dying in wait of the next DoomWorld Jeopardy.


YES WE ARE DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!

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