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11-01-2014, 12:59 AM
Does ‘fuck signs’ clarify how you feel about coming to a split every time you walk a couple feet? Because… fuck signs. There is nothing here, except… ok, well, there is a metric ton of wind. Like… several metric tons. Which normally wouldn’t be a huge deal, except you’re kind of having a hard time standing as it is. The wind blows incessantly, invading your ears and your nostrils, your throat and your brain, assaulting your skin and threatening to freeze to you to Oxy-cicle right here in this idiotic forest. But obviously the wind and signs don’t care about your displeasure, because another sign has appeared.
You guess the last sign didn’t pass on the message that you had assailed it. Or maybe it just doesn’t care. If only you knew what words were enciphered on the sign… but you don’t, and so you look at it, you do not realize the insult that is staring you in your face. Rolling your eyes, you’re about to take a step forward when another hurricane force gale beats against you, throwing your body to the right. You guess you’re taking the right path then. Right now, the only real path you want to take is the exit path. Doesn’t seem like that’s an option yet. But you guess if you keep walking, at some point you have to get out of this place. Mazes can’t go on forever, can they? And Snowflake can’t hide for all of eternity. At some point, you’ll either find her or the way out. It’s not destiny, it’s just the way it has to be. OOC| Oxy goes right  |
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Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
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