This adventure I’m living has taken a turn, I thought I found a way to earn a way living free from the urn. Placed on a shelf is a chance for personal wealth. They said a quick stay may be up to fifteen day. So I said sure and I’m on my way to a research facility at 666 Blood Gulch Way. The check in is fine they seem quite nice until they turn out those fluorescent lights. There’s a simple strained story of a nurse that takes your vein and turns them gory. The television is stuck on Maury and in the dark will return nurse Laurie.
I sit patient, waiting for this game to load. Simon is the hero, grabbing bags of gold. At least that is how this story is told. Each whipping motion and dispelling potion creates a brand new quotient. Division is the provision of resource costing bits of your heart. This collision of volition is the constant being torn apart. If you so choose to press start.
Nurse Laurie walks in, needle in hand, I’ve been known to take a hypodermic, but the energy she puts off is near thermic. The heat of her rage feeling like a contestant dismayed trying to compete digitally displayed. I would hate to say that she could play as her glare pierces like the eyes of Medusa, turned to stone. My skills of timing I have now begun to hone. That makes no difference as the needle tears a hole. That old familiar sting, feeling the metal grind through my tough skin. I must find Dracula in order to win. Please say goodbye to my kin.
Monsters on the screen seem quite mean, but it’s the pills that turned my face green. Experimental drugs have been presented to me and while I was told always to be drug-free, she gives a reminder they are paying me. Is it worth this torture? Burning sensation is near nerve scorcher. I wish I had somewhere to report her. But nurse Laurie is just said to be just a story. In the final stage, I take this vampiric mage complete with the Nurse of Rage. Drain the vital force I stayed the course screaming in pain made my voice horse. Nurse Laurie is not the story, Simon defeating these monsters in his glory with a magic whip in a flurry. I lick my wounds and pack my bags my time here spent was not a gag. I get my check, got in a car, threw away a cotton ball to expose my scar, nurse Laurie keeps my soul in her jar. I won the game but gained a curse, but I left this place without the hearse.