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I stood up from my chair and looked around at my cramped room. There was trash scattered across my desk and dirty clothes all over the floor. looking through everything on my desk I let out a cuss as I came to the realization that I must have eaten that last slice of pizza. Thinking back on it I realized that that slice of pizza had been sitting there for three days and may not have been the best... My stomach let out a long and anguished rumble as my innards shifted. This must be karmic retribution for the fact that I let my guild down in every storm online, failing to pull my weight in a raid that took a month to plan. I ran over to my door and threw it open as my breath came shallower and my face broke out in a sweat from the strain of holding the blasphemous act inside my body. Running over to the bathroom door I tried the handle to realize it was locked, crap. My legs trembled as I reached up to find the key when it happened. The worst thing to ever happen in my apartment. I farted long and hard, startling me right as I grabbed the key. stumbling backward I tripped over a dirty pair of pants and almost in slow motion, my shoulder slammed up against the window overlooking my third-story apartment. I felt a sharp pain In my shoulder as the window broke, but that was the least of my worries, as I fell through.

Plummeting to the ground I could almost see my life flash before my eyes, but it looked wrong somehow.

*dooong dooong dooong* I heard as I was falling. Red circles seemed to appear around me, but because I was falling I quickly passed them. Realizing that I should have hit the ground by now I tried to twist my body in mid-air to look down. as I did I could see the ground, but it felt like the ground was stretching away from me, fearing the impending collision between it and me. I got closer and closer, but slowly at first before speeding up. the ground snapped back into focus right before I hit it to realize that there was a red pentagram that seemed to be carved into the concrete with burning red blood. That was the last thing I saw before I hit the ground, splattering all over it. as I lay there, somehow not dead yet even though my body was torn apart, my innards scattered across the pentagram, I came to one sinking realization. I was killed, by my need to take a crap.