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I've been on this site for a while and thought I'd try my hand at this and see if I really am creative enough to weave a story from my head to the printed page so to speak.
Any comments and or constructive criticism to improve my writing style would be greatly appreciated.
Well now that the legal disclaimer and standard request for input are done, let's get on with the show (crosses fingers)
Memories of hospital fodder by R3qu13m0f50ul5
It's odd how things turn out at the end of a journey. You think at one point you have how life will go figured out and then Fate, Destiny or in some odd cases good old Murphy decides to throw you for a loop (or three).
I was minding my own business just walking along when the next thing I know I feel a slight pain in my neck and I'm off to dream land. Next thing I know I wake up in what looks to be something out of one of my son's video games, a grid before me and an exit across the way.
Now I find my self to be a pretty even headed person, but to be just one minute on my way to work and then here on this wannabe chessboard I did the only thing I think most people would do, I ran like hell straight ahead for the exit.
I think "straight line, easy out, no problem", wish it were that simple. You see some nice person decided to place numbers form 1 to 9 that lit up as you move. Me being panicky, I didn't notice or care and just charged ahead hoping to get out ASAP. Well the exploding land mine that blew me into next week made me notice.
See someone paced land mines around this grid and you can't step on them and the numbers tell you how many are around you at the time. And after the first 50 times I blew up and lived through the pain of having most of my major organs relocate themselves back inside my torso (along with the reattachment of a limb or two), I found I could jump to different spaces no matter where I was on the board.
Now that was a real help! It sounded easy, get to the door in one jump then GET THE HELL OUT. But alas the door had some sort of note on it, "find the mines and you go home". Okay, no big deal, Get the location of the blast plates and then I'm out and back to my life.
Now this would be all well and good for learning how to get out of this deranged guessing game except for one small detail: I DON'T KOWN HOW MANY OF THESE THINGS ARE HERE OF IF THE D___ MINES MOVE EVERY TIME I SET ONE OFF! So EVERY time I try this out I have no idea where they are, or how many there are to deal with!
So for the last I don't know how many days (months, years even) I've tried to solve this little death trap. And truth be told I'm getting better at this. I think there are about nine of them here and I think only some of them move each time they all go off. My reason for those assumptions the numbers around certain squares don't change no matter how many time I do this. So I hope that my luck will hold and I can find these last tw-click. Oh crap I just stepped on one, see the little-
BOOM!
OW! Timer there. Sigh. They show up about two seconds before the darling little death dealers go off just to let you know you're f__ked. Oh well, I at least know the center's not rigged yet, my head just landed there and where my head lands is usually where I start out. Sigh again. You'll have to excuse me being put back together takes a few minutes and I really can't talk as the... aghh. pain of being put back together is rather ugghhh e-excrucia..ting. NHHGGGG! S-scuse me....
MOTHER F_______________K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now pant where pant was I.. um stepping on mine, timer oh yeah I think I have the right number of mines just not where they all are. I'll find them soon enough and then I'm out of here, back home where there are no mass explosions or a stupid little voice saying "Sorry, you lost this game. Better luck next time!" as you get splattered on the walls.
The only thing I have to say is the guy who made this better not ever meet me. Cause if he does, he's going to wish he was born a vegetable when I'm done.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to try my luck on this and see if number 7000 is my lucky time for this.
Wish me luck!
Click!
Oh no. Not agai-
BOOM!
Times like this I wish I had a few logs.
The end...?
(thoughts): I was playing mine sweeper a few days ago and though: what if there were a real person who was in this kind of situation. And the lines just came out for me. As I said earlier any thoughts on how to be a better writer would be welcome. Flames that are just insulting will be used to cook ramen and light logs (Ah ah ah ah aaaaahhhhh...) Well hope to hear from you guys here soon.
RO5.
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