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Where I’ve been†¦ Well not actually      The daylight of another night pummels on me as I drive opposite towards the skyline. The sweet chill of a vacant domain hits me like the patter of downpour on a forced air system. All the trust on the planet has conveyed me here, to a definitive trial of will.      I come to end at a parkway and leave my pony with the rude overseer. Up the astro felt ventures into the castle of plus or minus I go. The glow of a thousand bodies encompasses me as I smooth out through the obscurely lit hall loaded with multi-hued pixies. I go over the vast pit loaded with an oddity of spirits. Each feeling under the sun is before me: outrage to one side, euphoria to one side, increased moxie in front.      Upon entering the pit a seductress calls my consideration and reveals to me my companion Jack is near. â€Å"Do you need to see him?† she says. â€Å"Why of course† I answer with no faltering. After two or three minutes, the seductress comes back with Jack, I pay her for her administrations and me and Jack get reacquainted after what appeared to be a long division. Jack and me hit it off like bygone eras; we talked for what appeared as though hours as we ran through the paths of the chilly, moist maze. At long last, I discover the principal puzzle in my experience. I look down and notice that Jack has vanished and is mysteriously gone. I choose to move forward and start to go through the test of endurance of possibility. I gaze intently at the dark looked at Minetaur and persevere as the red and dark knifes miss the mark on the oak before me. After a short fight, the Minetaur wins and I am sent en route to the following test in this labyrinth of dimness. The Indian gives me a virus gaze as I clatter the stones and hurl them over the plain looking for satisfaction. His attitude never showed signs of change as I strike the main blow in the war. A second hurl of the stones shows that he is unequipped for outfoxing me; I will twofold my certainty, and cut him down. Another hurl of the rocks†¦the redskin grins, I howl, tragically and I am guided along to my last possibility of reclamation. I swim through the cloudy blue waters beneath me and head towards my encounter with the machine.