Subject: There was an acrid stench of bitter acid rolling in from the room.
Posted on: 2016-10-18 06:01:03 UTC

It was oppressively hot and humid. The walls glistened with sticky liquid, and the floor was softly bumpy. The red emergency lights shone, sludgy, off the bumpy, veiny, pink surfaces constructing the room. Fleshy walls ran far ahead, sloping downwards, until they were absorbed into total, noisome blackness. With an odious moaning of wind, a scalding breeze blew harshly in from the shadows. Only slightly ahead - one step away from the hard, cold floor of Generic Surface - the floor moved and writhed, a single, colossal entity. It was a tongue.

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