I walked into what was called the pit of doom
and stood there in the darkness apprehensive. The pit of doom was
commonly known for being shocking with unknown items in. Nobody knew
how it ended up like this but it always somehow did. Many people have
tried to change it but the pit just likes to be the way it wants to.
The moon was shining in ever so slightly helping me find my way
through.
It was absolutely freezing here. As soon as you
entered the pit of doom, the cold air hit you like a slap in the
face. I had one mission though and I would make it.
The pit of doom itself wasn't exactly massive
and I knew which direction to walk, it's just getting to the
destination which was the problem. I should have brought some sort of
light with me.
I imagine manoeuvring
through the pit of doom is how spies must feel dodging laser beams.
I'm lifting my feet up really high and placing them down slowly and
moving my arms so as to avoid knocking objects higher up. I'm close
to completing my mission now.
I reached the end of the pit of doom and
grabbed what I came for and turned back around. I made it here so I
can make it back again. I turned around and tried to remember where I
put my feet on the way there.
I reached the end of the pit and took one last
look around.
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