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The car careened off the cliff and into the water. The occupants, one male and one female, got out and started swimming.
"There they are," she said "the temple of femininity and the temple of eternal happiness."
They swam around the shore until they could find a point to climb up towards the huge limestone temple with large minarets surrounding it. They walked up the huge steps to a grand door. The girl knocked, and a small door opened on the side and let her in. I waited a while and noticed that the eyes of a great beast awaited behind the door. It was Satan, but I was willing to take my chances. After willfully ignoring the real way to get in so that I could poke Satan in the eye a few times the small door opened for me as well.
A small living room with several people inside appeared to be the main room of the temple of eternal happiness. Everything was indulgent and highly charged, although from time to time parents, or grandparents of members would walk in and ruin everything. I realized that if we wanted real happiness we had to get out before things got much worse. We waited until a particularly grouchy pair of grandparents open the door to leave and we bolted. We exited a small white rundown house. We found ourselves on the porch, and we hid behind the door because we couldn't run far. Satan emerged from the little screen door, now all but broken. He said that it would be much worse out there, as it wasn't the world that we had left.
From in the distance we could see rows of dark houses, all in various states of dissarray. But this world had to be better. So, hand in hand we ran. We came across locals who were quite hostile. Some man started harrasing us, and pushing me. Then a poorly dressed police officer, wearing a white tank top and carrying a nightstick walked up and demanded to know what was going on. I explained the situation, but the cop advanced on us and not the hooligan. A mob was forming. The cop threw his nightstick at us, hoping I would pick it up, thus justifying a mass beating, as I would have been armed.
Just then, the sounds of a squeeky bike covered the sounds of shouts and jeers from the crowd. It dispersed quickly. Down the street came about 5 bikes seating 6 people, all of them making a terrible racket. Most of them were female, and they just stopped and looked at us. I asked if they were evil too, they said no, and as they were threatening to kill us, I decided to take their word. Both of us got on the back of one of the tandem bikes and we were off.
We winded through the aisles of a grocery store until we got to some haning fabric blocking off the back rooms. Eveything looked sterile and yet cobbled together. This was the resistance. They didn't let me up tot he second level which comtained a lot of important secrets, but I was just happy that both me and my companion got out of that world safely. I asked a large black woman doing laundry how they get food around here. She told me that no apples are being picked, the only corn they can get is from the donkeys down the road, and that they're running low. I said that I had good news and pulled out a large supply of candy from my bag. I knew it wasn't much, but I was hopeful. We could resist. We could survive.
[Driving a small car]
"There they are," she said "the temple of femininity and the temple of eternal happiness."
They swam around the shore until they could find a point to climb up towards the huge limestone temple with large minarets surrounding it. They walked up the huge steps to a grand door. The girl knocked, and a small door opened on the side and let her in. I waited a while and noticed that the eyes of a great beast awaited behind the door. It was Satan, but I was willing to take my chances. After willfully ignoring the real way to get in so that I could poke Satan in the eye a few times the small door opened for me as well.
A small living room with several people inside appeared to be the main room of the temple of eternal happiness. Everything was indulgent and highly charged, although from time to time parents, or grandparents of members would walk in and ruin everything. I realized that if we wanted real happiness we had to get out before things got much worse. We waited until a particularly grouchy pair of grandparents open the door to leave and we bolted. We exited a small white rundown house. We found ourselves on the porch, and we hid behind the door because we couldn't run far. Satan emerged from the little screen door, now all but broken. He said that it would be much worse out there, as it wasn't the world that we had left.
From in the distance we could see rows of dark houses, all in various states of dissarray. But this world had to be better. So, hand in hand we ran. We came across locals who were quite hostile. Some man started harrasing us, and pushing me. Then a poorly dressed police officer, wearing a white tank top and carrying a nightstick walked up and demanded to know what was going on. I explained the situation, but the cop advanced on us and not the hooligan. A mob was forming. The cop threw his nightstick at us, hoping I would pick it up, thus justifying a mass beating, as I would have been armed.
Just then, the sounds of a squeeky bike covered the sounds of shouts and jeers from the crowd. It dispersed quickly. Down the street came about 5 bikes seating 6 people, all of them making a terrible racket. Most of them were female, and they just stopped and looked at us. I asked if they were evil too, they said no, and as they were threatening to kill us, I decided to take their word. Both of us got on the back of one of the tandem bikes and we were off.
We winded through the aisles of a grocery store until we got to some haning fabric blocking off the back rooms. Eveything looked sterile and yet cobbled together. This was the resistance. They didn't let me up tot he second level which comtained a lot of important secrets, but I was just happy that both me and my companion got out of that world safely. I asked a large black woman doing laundry how they get food around here. She told me that no apples are being picked, the only corn they can get is from the donkeys down the road, and that they're running low. I said that I had good news and pulled out a large supply of candy from my bag. I knew it wasn't much, but I was hopeful. We could resist. We could survive.
[Driving a small car]