Stuck in a Box
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Day 592: How i got here i do not know, But possibly alchemy can help me.. I found a Tv in my box Garage.. I built more of the box.. It helps.. Me.. Helps. .You..
Now WOULD YOU KINDLY help me?
Now WOULD YOU KINDLY help me?
Day 593: I had sex with this new angel in front of the TV. The TV seemed to like it. I gave the TV a cookie for being a nice little toenail. I love my life.
Day 597
I can't believe all I did yesterday was missing something. The more time I spend here, the more frequently some days seem to pass at the blink of an eye. Today, I decided to take a pickaxe, and destroy the cement that was keeping me from visiting other boxes. When I left, I, on purpose, tried to create a dramatic situation, and told my angels that "I'll maybe never come back". They took their handkerchiefs and started crying into them, saying "No, please don't leave!". I have to, though. I have to face my destiny, because my heart's telling me to do so, so I count it as destiny. I took the pen with which to write down the amount of days spent here on my stomach with me, and my diary. How could I ever be without you, my dear diary?
Anyway, I left the box, and discovered an empty box. I went on to the next one, surprised at how empty and easily passable the boxes were, up until I reached box number 23, what I dubbed as "The Mannequin Box". This time, I took the backpack I took with me, put it on my head and just ran through the thing. I ran into a mannequin, but luckily managed to not trip. I also got a punch in the back, but I kept running. After getting through that, I got into a room that had a skeleton in it. I was scared.
Are there more people like this? Are they all dead? Is this some sort of game? Where are the boxes even located? They go on forever, and they're all huge, the size of a decent apartment. Are they in space? Underground? In hell? I had no idea, so I decided to push forward. My internal clock told me it was late, so I quickly ran through a few boxes, to get away from the mannequins, and decided to get some sleep.
I can't believe all I did yesterday was missing something. The more time I spend here, the more frequently some days seem to pass at the blink of an eye. Today, I decided to take a pickaxe, and destroy the cement that was keeping me from visiting other boxes. When I left, I, on purpose, tried to create a dramatic situation, and told my angels that "I'll maybe never come back". They took their handkerchiefs and started crying into them, saying "No, please don't leave!". I have to, though. I have to face my destiny, because my heart's telling me to do so, so I count it as destiny. I took the pen with which to write down the amount of days spent here on my stomach with me, and my diary. How could I ever be without you, my dear diary?
Anyway, I left the box, and discovered an empty box. I went on to the next one, surprised at how empty and easily passable the boxes were, up until I reached box number 23, what I dubbed as "The Mannequin Box". This time, I took the backpack I took with me, put it on my head and just ran through the thing. I ran into a mannequin, but luckily managed to not trip. I also got a punch in the back, but I kept running. After getting through that, I got into a room that had a skeleton in it. I was scared.
Are there more people like this? Are they all dead? Is this some sort of game? Where are the boxes even located? They go on forever, and they're all huge, the size of a decent apartment. Are they in space? Underground? In hell? I had no idea, so I decided to push forward. My internal clock told me it was late, so I quickly ran through a few boxes, to get away from the mannequins, and decided to get some sleep.
Day 599
After spending a whole day yesterday, I decided to press forward. I passed through many boxes, one of them even had a drum set in it, so I played the shit out of that thing. One also had ants on the floor, which looked big. I was lucky to have shoes. I ran through that room really, really fast. I think I killed a few hundred of those bastards. That oughta teach 'em to stay the FUCK out of my way.
Then I found a box that had a woman in a corner. On that exact moment, due to, I believe, divine intervention, I found some kind of smartphone on the ground. It was sleek, black, had Apple's logo on the back of it, and I had a touch-screen. I took it, went on to the internet, and to my surprise, there was a Wi-Fi network nearby. The name of it was all question marks though, but I couldn't give a damn. The first thing I did was went to YouTube to look at some videos of the game that I wanted to play a little over 590 days ago, when I wasn't yet in this hellhole: Left 4 Dead. I read that the game was already out, and had a kind of an emotional breakdown for a moment. I watched the videos, so eager to get out of here, not noticing that the woman cried there.
I looked through some gameplay videos, and found out one where they found a woman that was as gray and ugly-looking from the behind as the one I had here.
"What the fuck?" I thought. "How could...someone from a game be here? What the fuck is this place?"
After that, as I learned from the video, I didn't really want to disturb the woman. I took off my shoes to pass her as quietly as ever, though I think my heart was beating like a drum. She didn't attack me, fortunately.
Now, to the point where I'm here writing this. I found a room that was far, far bigger than anything I have ever seen. It was, literally, a desert there, with an oasis. I went to the oasis, and found a soft comfy bed right next to the lake. I got on it, and slept like a baby. When I woke up, though, I had sharp pains all over my body, and I discovered that I had been sleeping on a dead grisly bear, next to its own puddle of piss.
I ran, far, far away. I didn't notice the bear traps and smells or any dangers in the following rooms. I just ran through it, ran, ran, ran, until I had ran that much, that I reached a box that was, once again, empty. This one had a bunch of clay laying around in a corner, so I used it to cover the hole to the previous boxes, and it, magically, went solid.
"Goodbye, my angels," I said, with sadness clear in my eyes, as I laid down in my sleeping bag I took with me, and already made plans to go further tomorrow.
After spending a whole day yesterday, I decided to press forward. I passed through many boxes, one of them even had a drum set in it, so I played the shit out of that thing. One also had ants on the floor, which looked big. I was lucky to have shoes. I ran through that room really, really fast. I think I killed a few hundred of those bastards. That oughta teach 'em to stay the FUCK out of my way.
Then I found a box that had a woman in a corner. On that exact moment, due to, I believe, divine intervention, I found some kind of smartphone on the ground. It was sleek, black, had Apple's logo on the back of it, and I had a touch-screen. I took it, went on to the internet, and to my surprise, there was a Wi-Fi network nearby. The name of it was all question marks though, but I couldn't give a damn. The first thing I did was went to YouTube to look at some videos of the game that I wanted to play a little over 590 days ago, when I wasn't yet in this hellhole: Left 4 Dead. I read that the game was already out, and had a kind of an emotional breakdown for a moment. I watched the videos, so eager to get out of here, not noticing that the woman cried there.
I looked through some gameplay videos, and found out one where they found a woman that was as gray and ugly-looking from the behind as the one I had here.
"What the fuck?" I thought. "How could...someone from a game be here? What the fuck is this place?"
After that, as I learned from the video, I didn't really want to disturb the woman. I took off my shoes to pass her as quietly as ever, though I think my heart was beating like a drum. She didn't attack me, fortunately.
Now, to the point where I'm here writing this. I found a room that was far, far bigger than anything I have ever seen. It was, literally, a desert there, with an oasis. I went to the oasis, and found a soft comfy bed right next to the lake. I got on it, and slept like a baby. When I woke up, though, I had sharp pains all over my body, and I discovered that I had been sleeping on a dead grisly bear, next to its own puddle of piss.
I ran, far, far away. I didn't notice the bear traps and smells or any dangers in the following rooms. I just ran through it, ran, ran, ran, until I had ran that much, that I reached a box that was, once again, empty. This one had a bunch of clay laying around in a corner, so I used it to cover the hole to the previous boxes, and it, magically, went solid.
"Goodbye, my angels," I said, with sadness clear in my eyes, as I laid down in my sleeping bag I took with me, and already made plans to go further tomorrow.
Day 600.
I decided that after 600 Days enough was enough. I was getting out of the damn Box.
My clay barrier held from the previous night and after I was well rested I picked up my sleeping bag and chipped a piece of the magical clay off to carry with me.
I travelled to the far corner of this box and began to tear at the sides, I managed to tear a few holes in it and stuck my fingers in and pulled. The box gave way a little and then the clay chunk in my pocket began to flash. I pulled it out and studied it.
It was alive. It moved, vibrated and snarled as it changed every shade of every colour imaginable. I dropped it in shock and it fell to the ground. It barked. And suddenly jumped off the ground and flew to the tears in the box.
It sat in the centre of the biggest hole I'd made and began to pulse white. Sticky tubes punched out the centre of the clay and attatched themselves to the tears in the box.
Suddenly the box began to peel away from itself. The sides melting away. It spread as far back as I could see, shredding the box as it went.
Now with the Box a true white colour I decided to look outside. But before I could move there was an earthquake and everything I had seen in the other boxes suddenly appeared.
The desert rained down form the sky. The angels and the T.V Flew around the room. The paintball gun fell at my feet, Cleo and Darren Appeared. The Time Warp, Senor Waffles, Fred, the old flies, the strange Clicking, my Nintendo DS back from Day 3. My old Aerosmith poster, The Dust Bunny army, My Old Toenail army. Everything came back.
And as quickly as the whiteness appeared it flickered out again. The Darkness fell.
I decided that after 600 Days enough was enough. I was getting out of the damn Box.
My clay barrier held from the previous night and after I was well rested I picked up my sleeping bag and chipped a piece of the magical clay off to carry with me.
I travelled to the far corner of this box and began to tear at the sides, I managed to tear a few holes in it and stuck my fingers in and pulled. The box gave way a little and then the clay chunk in my pocket began to flash. I pulled it out and studied it.
It was alive. It moved, vibrated and snarled as it changed every shade of every colour imaginable. I dropped it in shock and it fell to the ground. It barked. And suddenly jumped off the ground and flew to the tears in the box.
It sat in the centre of the biggest hole I'd made and began to pulse white. Sticky tubes punched out the centre of the clay and attatched themselves to the tears in the box.
Suddenly the box began to peel away from itself. The sides melting away. It spread as far back as I could see, shredding the box as it went.
Now with the Box a true white colour I decided to look outside. But before I could move there was an earthquake and everything I had seen in the other boxes suddenly appeared.
The desert rained down form the sky. The angels and the T.V Flew around the room. The paintball gun fell at my feet, Cleo and Darren Appeared. The Time Warp, Senor Waffles, Fred, the old flies, the strange Clicking, my Nintendo DS back from Day 3. My old Aerosmith poster, The Dust Bunny army, My Old Toenail army. Everything came back.
And as quickly as the whiteness appeared it flickered out again. The Darkness fell.
Day 601
I woke up. My head was aching, and I couldn't remember a damn from yesterday. Everything seemed to happen so recently, yet such a long time ago. I couldn't feel my limbs. I was hungry and thirsty. The box I was in was now the shape of a ball, with a small opening to the next box. Unlike the bigger holes, this one was so small that I had doubts about getting through.
I tried to get through it, and got through succesfully. Well, I'm immortal, so I haven't died, yet I have eaten so little in the last 600 days. I sure have lost a lot of weight, yet I'm still feeling strong, thought not as energetic as I used to. I hope that nothing bad happened to me while I was out during yesterday. Or did something happened that changed me so thoroughly that it suddenly made me feel weariness, hunger and thirst? Did someone plan to do this, and purposely deleted memories of yesterday?
With these questions that I simply couldn't answer, I stepped forward in the next box. The first time during these 600 days, I noticed that every box has a lamp in the ceiling. I only noticed this because this box had none. Luckily it returned to the same, old, box-shaped state of the other boxes. I felt some soft slime on the ground, but didn't bother. I went through the room quickly, walking against something solid. Not like a wall, not, it was something more detailed. I didn't see it, and had no equipment to be able to see in here.
"This is it," I decided, as I reached the end of the box. This one also had a small hole, that lead to the next box. "I am seeing a starting trend here. First, I must not give in to my hunger. I must stay skinny to fit through these. Also, I must find something to make light with, maybe there are other boxes that don't have lamps in them." I said.
I felt that this exploring did not do good to me. When I tried to escape, and find my way out of these boxes by exploring them, the more I felt sad and lonely for being here. I thought of my situation and my last 600 days frequently, and it made me depressed every time.
"Will I be here my whole life?" he thought. Suddenly, something happened, and some of his memory came back.
"Wait! I tried to escape tomorrow. I was near to it, but...then something happened, I don't know what, and when I woke up, the hole I made in the wall wasn't there. Obviously someone is watching this place, somehow."
I walked through the box I was in, it having another skeleton in it. You'd be thinking I'd have revealed this sooner, but no. It didn't surprise me. I already saw another one, and while I thought this might've scared me before, after yesterday, I seem to be desensitized to the things. I walked through, went through the next box, and this time, there was a bycicle in one of the corners, and big, open holes in the walls of the boxes, that looked like they were made by Juggernaut, or something. Also, one of the corners was similar to Lawrence. Same clothes, similar haircut, similar face. I said hi, but then took the bike, and rode through as many boxes as I could, while riding without holding the handlebars, and yelling, "Look ma', no hands!" to amuse myself.
I got through 17 boxes that way, until the next one was a bit smaller. Too small for the bike to fit through. I left the bike there, and went to the next box. I was completely blown away by what that box had in it. It looked like a typical teenager's room. A bed, a computer, and a lot of posters on the walls. I turned on the computer, but it showed me a picture of an anarchy sign, and a request for a username and a password. The username had "satan" typed into the field, but the password field was empty. I tried everything and all the words I associated with satan, but nothing worked. I, in rage, threw the computer down on the ground, after which I heard a large sound, like something was collapsing. Then I felt tired for the first time in days, and jumped on the bed, and left this place for dream land soon. It's unfortunate I never remember the dreams I have in this box.
I woke up. My head was aching, and I couldn't remember a damn from yesterday. Everything seemed to happen so recently, yet such a long time ago. I couldn't feel my limbs. I was hungry and thirsty. The box I was in was now the shape of a ball, with a small opening to the next box. Unlike the bigger holes, this one was so small that I had doubts about getting through.
I tried to get through it, and got through succesfully. Well, I'm immortal, so I haven't died, yet I have eaten so little in the last 600 days. I sure have lost a lot of weight, yet I'm still feeling strong, thought not as energetic as I used to. I hope that nothing bad happened to me while I was out during yesterday. Or did something happened that changed me so thoroughly that it suddenly made me feel weariness, hunger and thirst? Did someone plan to do this, and purposely deleted memories of yesterday?
With these questions that I simply couldn't answer, I stepped forward in the next box. The first time during these 600 days, I noticed that every box has a lamp in the ceiling. I only noticed this because this box had none. Luckily it returned to the same, old, box-shaped state of the other boxes. I felt some soft slime on the ground, but didn't bother. I went through the room quickly, walking against something solid. Not like a wall, not, it was something more detailed. I didn't see it, and had no equipment to be able to see in here.
"This is it," I decided, as I reached the end of the box. This one also had a small hole, that lead to the next box. "I am seeing a starting trend here. First, I must not give in to my hunger. I must stay skinny to fit through these. Also, I must find something to make light with, maybe there are other boxes that don't have lamps in them." I said.
I felt that this exploring did not do good to me. When I tried to escape, and find my way out of these boxes by exploring them, the more I felt sad and lonely for being here. I thought of my situation and my last 600 days frequently, and it made me depressed every time.
"Will I be here my whole life?" he thought. Suddenly, something happened, and some of his memory came back.
"Wait! I tried to escape tomorrow. I was near to it, but...then something happened, I don't know what, and when I woke up, the hole I made in the wall wasn't there. Obviously someone is watching this place, somehow."
I walked through the box I was in, it having another skeleton in it. You'd be thinking I'd have revealed this sooner, but no. It didn't surprise me. I already saw another one, and while I thought this might've scared me before, after yesterday, I seem to be desensitized to the things. I walked through, went through the next box, and this time, there was a bycicle in one of the corners, and big, open holes in the walls of the boxes, that looked like they were made by Juggernaut, or something. Also, one of the corners was similar to Lawrence. Same clothes, similar haircut, similar face. I said hi, but then took the bike, and rode through as many boxes as I could, while riding without holding the handlebars, and yelling, "Look ma', no hands!" to amuse myself.
I got through 17 boxes that way, until the next one was a bit smaller. Too small for the bike to fit through. I left the bike there, and went to the next box. I was completely blown away by what that box had in it. It looked like a typical teenager's room. A bed, a computer, and a lot of posters on the walls. I turned on the computer, but it showed me a picture of an anarchy sign, and a request for a username and a password. The username had "satan" typed into the field, but the password field was empty. I tried everything and all the words I associated with satan, but nothing worked. I, in rage, threw the computer down on the ground, after which I heard a large sound, like something was collapsing. Then I felt tired for the first time in days, and jumped on the bed, and left this place for dream land soon. It's unfortunate I never remember the dreams I have in this box.
Day 602
I can't believe how much I wrote yesterday, seriously.
I think I need to rest my hand in ice. But there is no ice.
Fuck.
I can't believe how much I wrote yesterday, seriously.
I think I need to rest my hand in ice. But there is no ice.
Fuck.
Day 603
Well, yesterday was uneventful. After I woke up yesterday, I was happy to notice that the bed wasn't actually a dead grisly bear, appearing to me as a bed because of my fucked-up mind that had turned into what it is now by the last 600 days I've been here.
But I still had my goal before my eyes: to escape from here. I went forward, and found a box that had Ron Jeremy in it. This place, and whoever is doing this must be fucking with me. The Ron Jeremy I met, had the voice of a woman. He, or she, was singing "Boxes! Boxes! Oh, how I love them. I used to fit them into shaped holes when I was a kid," over, and over again. I was weirded-out. When I was about to move forward, on to the next room, as soon as I put my foot past between the walls that made the door, he started to sound like a malfunctioning robot, and started spurting errors and binary code, that I, frankly, don't remember anymore. I gave it a falcon punch, and did a barrel roll to avoid getting hit by it, if it should decide to do so. It didn't even respond, except that it started buzzing and sparks started flying from it's head. I would've hoped for it to be some kind of robot, but I'd seen pretty much unexplainable shit around this place. He was filled with clay.
"What the fuck is it with clay and this place?" I thought to myself, after having that horrifying experience with the piece of clay the day before the day before yesterday. I freaked out immediately, and got to quickly to the next box.
Luckily I found a PSP there, and it was cracked. It had a lot of games in it, so I went through the nexy few boxes to get away from that weird monster, and then played all day.
This time, I didn't feel tiredness, and my internal clock didn't warn me that I should go to sleep. Since I had something to do, I was happy for that.
Well, yesterday was uneventful. After I woke up yesterday, I was happy to notice that the bed wasn't actually a dead grisly bear, appearing to me as a bed because of my fucked-up mind that had turned into what it is now by the last 600 days I've been here.
But I still had my goal before my eyes: to escape from here. I went forward, and found a box that had Ron Jeremy in it. This place, and whoever is doing this must be fucking with me. The Ron Jeremy I met, had the voice of a woman. He, or she, was singing "Boxes! Boxes! Oh, how I love them. I used to fit them into shaped holes when I was a kid," over, and over again. I was weirded-out. When I was about to move forward, on to the next room, as soon as I put my foot past between the walls that made the door, he started to sound like a malfunctioning robot, and started spurting errors and binary code, that I, frankly, don't remember anymore. I gave it a falcon punch, and did a barrel roll to avoid getting hit by it, if it should decide to do so. It didn't even respond, except that it started buzzing and sparks started flying from it's head. I would've hoped for it to be some kind of robot, but I'd seen pretty much unexplainable shit around this place. He was filled with clay.
"What the fuck is it with clay and this place?" I thought to myself, after having that horrifying experience with the piece of clay the day before the day before yesterday. I freaked out immediately, and got to quickly to the next box.
Luckily I found a PSP there, and it was cracked. It had a lot of games in it, so I went through the nexy few boxes to get away from that weird monster, and then played all day.
This time, I didn't feel tiredness, and my internal clock didn't warn me that I should go to sleep. Since I had something to do, I was happy for that.
Day 604.
Realising that all the distractions I keep finding could be placed there to stop me leaving the box I throw the PSP to the ground and crush it with my heel.
I travel through Box after Box refusing to give into temptation to take a drink, to have Ice Cream, to join beautiful women, to play video games, watch tv. I keep walking, never looking back until I relaise that I have no idea where I am.
Because of my Paranoia I'm lost in this new box. A frozen landscape. And it's cold and I have no clothes, refusing to be distracted by the last clothes shop I passed.
But is it Paranoia? Maybe the reason those things were there is because they were supposed to be, not because they were placed their by some unseen force waching me. Or maybe they were placed there to stop me getitng out and keep me trapped here. Or maybe they're here just to make my life more pleasureable here because there is no way out..
I think I'm losing my mind.
Realising that all the distractions I keep finding could be placed there to stop me leaving the box I throw the PSP to the ground and crush it with my heel.
I travel through Box after Box refusing to give into temptation to take a drink, to have Ice Cream, to join beautiful women, to play video games, watch tv. I keep walking, never looking back until I relaise that I have no idea where I am.
Because of my Paranoia I'm lost in this new box. A frozen landscape. And it's cold and I have no clothes, refusing to be distracted by the last clothes shop I passed.
But is it Paranoia? Maybe the reason those things were there is because they were supposed to be, not because they were placed their by some unseen force waching me. Or maybe they were placed there to stop me getitng out and keep me trapped here. Or maybe they're here just to make my life more pleasureable here because there is no way out..
I think I'm losing my mind.
Day 605
I ran through the cold landscape, reaching a bit warmer climate. Reminds me of London, where I used to live. It was the biggest box I'd have ever seen, the sky seemed to stretch on forever, the buildings were there, although there were no people.
I almost, for a moment, thought that I was out, until I ran towards where my home should be, only to fine a wall that was drawn like the rest of the city, and had a small hole in it to the next box. Since everything was here, decided to restock on some supplies. Ate some nuts and vegetables I found in the grocery shop. Went to a random apartment and decided to play some videogames. I found that Borderlands was there, in a PS3. I'd never heard of the game when I was out of the box, but I played it, and liked it. I played for many, many hours, until I decided to go out, and take a few iPods, some good earphones, and new clothes. New, comfy, warm clothes, so that it would be better for me to explore further. After "shopping" around for a bit, I went to the same apartment, played some more of Borderlands, noticed Batman: Arkham Asylum, thought it was shit like most of the comic-book games, and fall to sleep.
I ran through the cold landscape, reaching a bit warmer climate. Reminds me of London, where I used to live. It was the biggest box I'd have ever seen, the sky seemed to stretch on forever, the buildings were there, although there were no people.
I almost, for a moment, thought that I was out, until I ran towards where my home should be, only to fine a wall that was drawn like the rest of the city, and had a small hole in it to the next box. Since everything was here, decided to restock on some supplies. Ate some nuts and vegetables I found in the grocery shop. Went to a random apartment and decided to play some videogames. I found that Borderlands was there, in a PS3. I'd never heard of the game when I was out of the box, but I played it, and liked it. I played for many, many hours, until I decided to go out, and take a few iPods, some good earphones, and new clothes. New, comfy, warm clothes, so that it would be better for me to explore further. After "shopping" around for a bit, I went to the same apartment, played some more of Borderlands, noticed Batman: Arkham Asylum, thought it was shit like most of the comic-book games, and fall to sleep.
Day 606
Upon waking, I found that before my eyes lay nothing. Nothing at all, darkness at best. Reaching out with my hands in whatever direction was directly in front of me, I found I could grasp nothing. I also found that my feet felt the ground, my seemingly bare feet, and that I was naked. Luckily there can't of been anyone to see, it was pitch black. I resolved to walk around a bit, if there was nothing around, then I'd have no trouble.
I walked for about 23 hours, finding nothing. NOTHING. Not a single fucking thing... What is this place? IS THIS a dream? Or am I really... nowhere? If so, how could that be? Am I back in that infernal polygonal object they call a box?! A prison rather! How can I distinguish between dreamland and reality, was anything back in the box real? Is this real? Is neither real, am I really asleep, in a coma perhaps? Was having incredibly amazing group sex with the angels a dream? Was murdering Kate and Juan a dream?! Were Cleo and Darren part of this dream?! This AWESOME dream?!?!??! If anything, I have mixed feelings about this situation. I continued to walk onwards. Just as I had abandoned hope, I noticed something ahead, at least a mile ahead of me... It appeared to be a spot of white light. I couldn't possibly of done anything else, so I decided to trudge onwards towards it.
I started at a walk, a steady stroll, which soon built up to a mad dash. Faster than I had ever before run, even faster so than when Darren was naked chasing me with a butchers knife for some reason, I ran towards the light... It seemed to grow further away with every step. I had run for at least 45 minutes before I realized that it was all in vain; I collapsed, gathering my breath slowly. Before I knew it, I was falling, falling as if at the speed of light. My skin felt as if it were about to be ripped from my body, and my mind felt as if in another place.
As suddenly as I had woken up to find myself in that abyss, I again woke up, to find myself in the box. In the box, alone, nothing and no-one else there. No angels, no Cleo, no Darren. Just me, myself, and me, as it once was. Then I fell asleep again.
Upon waking, I found that before my eyes lay nothing. Nothing at all, darkness at best. Reaching out with my hands in whatever direction was directly in front of me, I found I could grasp nothing. I also found that my feet felt the ground, my seemingly bare feet, and that I was naked. Luckily there can't of been anyone to see, it was pitch black. I resolved to walk around a bit, if there was nothing around, then I'd have no trouble.
I walked for about 23 hours, finding nothing. NOTHING. Not a single fucking thing... What is this place? IS THIS a dream? Or am I really... nowhere? If so, how could that be? Am I back in that infernal polygonal object they call a box?! A prison rather! How can I distinguish between dreamland and reality, was anything back in the box real? Is this real? Is neither real, am I really asleep, in a coma perhaps? Was having incredibly amazing group sex with the angels a dream? Was murdering Kate and Juan a dream?! Were Cleo and Darren part of this dream?! This AWESOME dream?!?!??! If anything, I have mixed feelings about this situation. I continued to walk onwards. Just as I had abandoned hope, I noticed something ahead, at least a mile ahead of me... It appeared to be a spot of white light. I couldn't possibly of done anything else, so I decided to trudge onwards towards it.
I started at a walk, a steady stroll, which soon built up to a mad dash. Faster than I had ever before run, even faster so than when Darren was naked chasing me with a butchers knife for some reason, I ran towards the light... It seemed to grow further away with every step. I had run for at least 45 minutes before I realized that it was all in vain; I collapsed, gathering my breath slowly. Before I knew it, I was falling, falling as if at the speed of light. My skin felt as if it were about to be ripped from my body, and my mind felt as if in another place.
As suddenly as I had woken up to find myself in that abyss, I again woke up, to find myself in the box. In the box, alone, nothing and no-one else there. No angels, no Cleo, no Darren. Just me, myself, and me, as it once was. Then I fell asleep again.