THE LEGEND OF HORROR TRIKES
Twas a dark and stormy night and artist Ramses Osirus was in the midst of an alcoholic and creative binge. Upon passing out, he had a most alarming dream. In the dream (or nightmare, depending on your perspective), Ramses foresaw his own death and the subsequent oblivion that follows. He could feel himself deteriorating in his coffin over the course of centuries, conscious but unable to do anything.
The startled artist was jarred from his slumber by a knock at his chamber door, but there was no one there. Again, a knock on the door. At the end of the hallway, he saw a red children's tricycle slowly squeak by, followed by a maniacal laugh. then the same voice said "you'll have eternity to relax in your coffin and none of this will matter... bwahaha!"
The next morning, the building of prototype #1 began.
The startled artist was jarred from his slumber by a knock at his chamber door, but there was no one there. Again, a knock on the door. At the end of the hallway, he saw a red children's tricycle slowly squeak by, followed by a maniacal laugh. then the same voice said "you'll have eternity to relax in your coffin and none of this will matter... bwahaha!"
The next morning, the building of prototype #1 began.
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