Stranded life
Stranded away with nothing to say
under the bliss of a wave
starving to death, nothing but a nail on my hand,
noticing a scorpion staring at me. I jump and BOOM stab the scorpion
to death. Dilusionally seeing zombies roaming my dinner.
The nutrients give me power and I jump and kill snakes.
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