Title: Valgfritt

Text: How long do you think it would take you to break if I simply left you in a cold, dark cell to rot? Humans need company. They go a little crazy without it. You hate me so much, perhaps you'd prefer to be left on your own, hmm? I always imagined that's what death would be like. A cold, dark cell, unable to move or to do anything. Trapped in your own head with no one else to guide you out of the dark places you end up in. An eternity of conscious nothingness. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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