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2016-07-03 17:59:38
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"I'm a chuckster," he says with that stupid, mustachioed grin. He looks at me. I look at him. We both know what's about to happen, and we both know that I'm powerless to stop it.Heavy slabs that pass for primitive hands reach out and wrap around my sides, and the world spins around me. My feet are off the ground. I kick, scream, and struggle to no avail. In an instant, he has,as he implied previously, chucked me. I go sailing through the air, far away from my intended destination. And then...I keep falling. Falling and fallign forever, into an abyss that never seemed to end. In my frantic thrashing, I manage one last look upward while I can still see him. He, the chuckster, the madman that ended my life. He leans over the chasm, with that infuriating brush-lipped taunt of a grin and says something that's simply too soft and quiet to make out from this terrifying distance. But I know what he is saying. I know because we have played this game a million times over. As I close my eyes and wait for death to take me, the memory of an echo rings in my ears.
"Too bad."
