Count to 30 Doughnuts before a staff posts
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, anticipation building. What's gonna happen when we reach the magic number? I wonder.
29 donuts surround you, each wearing a black robe with a hood. a single light displays the scene to you as you look around, the donuts all in silence and only the void beyond, the dark robes blending with walls that could be 25 or 250 feet away, you don't know. the only boundary visible to you is the floor, concrete, marked in hastily cleaned stains of an unknown variety, crumbs, and frosting.
your arms are strapped down to a wooden board propped up at an angle. a large drill hangs from the ceiling, its sharp tip gleaming in the single light, hanging as still as your breath.
one donut steps forward and removes its hood, procuring a box and opening to reveal grease stains and a small book. it opens the book and begins to chant in an unknown language, discarding the box. the chanting grows louder. you are not sure if it comes from the same donut or the other donuts in unison. you peer up to see if the other donuts have joined the chant, but there is no visual indicator.
giving up, you retire the back of your head back to the table only to notice that the drill has begun to spin, its noise masked by the chanting. it begins to move closer to you, aimed square at your chest. you close your eyes and pray. the noise is no longer bearable - imagined noise, but noise nonetheless, as the chanting still masks the drill when it penetrates your skin. the pain splits any coherent thought in two, your screams masked again by the chanting, all consuming-
release. the black of the insides of your eyelids turn to white. you open your eyes, and the white stays the same. you are surrounded by the bodies of 29 other people, each one gutted from the center completely. it does not bother you. there is a strange, disturbing beauty to the form. is this how god intended?
you look down at your own body, and you feel a sense of relief. you too have no center. no fears, no inhibitions, no weight to carry. for the first time in your life, you feel hole.
your arms are strapped down to a wooden board propped up at an angle. a large drill hangs from the ceiling, its sharp tip gleaming in the single light, hanging as still as your breath.
one donut steps forward and removes its hood, procuring a box and opening to reveal grease stains and a small book. it opens the book and begins to chant in an unknown language, discarding the box. the chanting grows louder. you are not sure if it comes from the same donut or the other donuts in unison. you peer up to see if the other donuts have joined the chant, but there is no visual indicator.
giving up, you retire the back of your head back to the table only to notice that the drill has begun to spin, its noise masked by the chanting. it begins to move closer to you, aimed square at your chest. you close your eyes and pray. the noise is no longer bearable - imagined noise, but noise nonetheless, as the chanting still masks the drill when it penetrates your skin. the pain splits any coherent thought in two, your screams masked again by the chanting, all consuming-
release. the black of the insides of your eyelids turn to white. you open your eyes, and the white stays the same. you are surrounded by the bodies of 29 other people, each one gutted from the center completely. it does not bother you. there is a strange, disturbing beauty to the form. is this how god intended?
you look down at your own body, and you feel a sense of relief. you too have no center. no fears, no inhibitions, no weight to carry. for the first time in your life, you feel hole.
30 DONUTS
We did it, but more importantly
I did it
We did it, but more importantly
I did it
You guys are dirty cheater anyways, people have said numbers more than once in the 30.
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