Labels:text | screenshot | circle OCR: Subconscious Hatred. Filling the halls of hatred is a thick grey haze ... But you can't disguise something so blatent and dominent as the emotions that are the lifeline of these halls. Another captured thought turned to nothing. See it let forth a death howl of agony and deceit. What will walk these halls and emerge without becoming yet another trapped face in the wall, where only the eyes are moving. You can't touch them ... you are steadily losing control. Lime ooze trickles from the organic ceiling, steering directly towards your cheek. A final screech emerges from the pit of your emotions as you are finally driven into the state of Subconscious Hatred. -rw Everything Here (c) Reaper Wildwood For CaNCeR Productions, 1994 (wait .. is there a color I didn't use .? : )
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