THE LEGEND OF HORROR TRIKES
'Twas a dark and stormy night and I was in the midst of an alcoholic and creative binge. Upon passing out, I had a most alarming dream. In the dream (or nightmare, depending on your perspective), I foresaw MY own death and the subsequent oblivion that follows. I could feel MYSELF DEteriorating in my coffin over the course of centuries, conscious but unable to do anything.
jarred from my slumber by a knock at my chamber door, i returned to physical reality. Again, a knock on the door. At the end of the hallway, i 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.
jarred from my slumber by a knock at my chamber door, i returned to physical reality. Again, a knock on the door. At the end of the hallway, i 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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