Welp, here goes…
Sitting at a long table in a boathouse restaurant at some fancy dinner that was also some kind of an afterwork event. Getting drunk and being seduced in the back of the restaurant by a young blonde coworker who was sitting next to me. Losing my phone after quickly getting my clothes back on and realizing the restaurant was on fire. Escaping to somehow find myself across the lake trapped behind the fence of a massive pump station with no way to get back and no phone to call anyone. Seeing an incompetent rescue crew trying to get to the other side of the lake, but knowing they wouldn’t make it in time to save anyone. Fade to black.
No one gets out of this alive. ….
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What do we say to the Lord of Death?
Not today.
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1)
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