elmagicochrisg wrote:Time to have nightmares about bringing hot asian soup to girls that died about 50 years ago and can find no rest. Soup must be bought next door, riddles to survive will be told, a long and frightful task awaits you. Soup must be brought to the 4th floor. you cannot touch the bowl of soup that is placed in the middle of a dinner plate, because it personifies the dead girl, and she does not like to be touched. Somehow you're having trouble not to touch her because the bowl of soup is not very stable on the plate. Soup then turns into the cookie guy from Shrek -crumbling in a hot bowl of what looks like bamboo soup if such a thing even exists- and starts crying in a very angry way sending a very bad and very frightful vibe through your body. You reach the elevator. The inside looks like a wooden shrine with candles and stuff. In the back of the elevator you see pale faces of people in a faint blue light. They have an unnatural big grin on their face. You feel very uneasy, but you have to go on. Giving up now simply is not an option. The mentally retarded 100 kilo 3 year old kid you met on the way down to get the soup -a kid that likes you but acts like he can snap any second and kill you with his sheer might- is the last thing on your mind now. You are about to enter the elevator, and then you wake up...
Fuck me, that wasn't even the half of it...
Wow. If that's a nightmare then only you can figure out what the fuck that was about. If you encounter an elevator in the future, think about taking the stairs.
But that probably wouldn't be good for Mr. Fluffy anyways.
