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Editado por Nova Embah:
11/1/2016 1:42:32 AM
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[i]A Flash of white consumes the room before a man appears.[/i]
"Jack Daniels, any kind. Please."
[i]He says, leaning on the bar.[/i]
English
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Mixed or not mixed?
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"Surprise me."
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-pulls out a skull of steaming liquid-
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"Damn..." [i]He hesitantly takes a drink.[/i]
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Choose a number. 1 2 3 4
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"Uh, 4 I guess."
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Yoy have chosen the Drink of Excess. It is suddenly entoxicating. It is smooth like the finest wine and tastes of the perfect vintage. It makes you want more as the perfect aftertaste fades into oblivion.
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[i]He slouches, the good taste drowning him in a relaxed feeling. He takes a bigger sip this time, and bigger, and bigger.[/i]
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The taste is increasingly worse. Each drink fails to capture the one before until tasting of dirty water
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[i]At his last sip, he spats on the floor.[/i] "The hell happened...?"
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The floor of the bar is no longer but has been replaced with a rolling tide of flesh the wreaths beneath you
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[i]He throws up his drink onto the flesh, heaving at the sight.[/i]
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The floor burns at the lid and hardens into scales that reflect light into several spectrums
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[i]He wobbles around in a daze, blinded by the light.[/i]
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"Tell me... what is it that your heart desires."
