Oct 5, 2015
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the-critic-burnt sent a note after weading this!!
The definition of this blog is memery and S I N
(( *wILL SMITH POSE* ))
It's been cool seeing this blog change from the way it was at the start to now! We've only interacted a few times at the start, but I wish you all the best for your one year anniversary anyway c:
Thank you very much; I actually feel the same way about your blog, since you’ve grown a lot more since we first interacted. Good luck with your future endeavors as well.
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Mark couldn't believe himself. How did he get here? Mark's eyes traced around the new area quickly, eyeing the plastic ocean that surrounded the pathway he was on. No escape from here it seemed... looking forward and down the path there was a factory of some kind and...well, seeing as he couldn't swim and didn't intend on learning, Mark proceeded forward and to the factory.
However,Mark didn't go far, just up to the entrance and to the reception desk. Under the mask he was afraid and nervous, like a lost puppy, but that didn't stop him from waiting at the desk for a bit. After a while he leaned onto the desk and realized pretty much everything was made of metal... he knew factories were made of the stuff but it seemed a little ridiculous that the desk was also made of metal. He swallowed, wondering if this factory was even safe.
I'll be back in a minute. The small paper said on the desk. A minute. Seemed whoever wrote this wasn't planning on coming back... but even then he'd wait a bit longer before proceeding down any random corridors. Who knows who or what could be here...