- Nov 22, 2014
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Chloe loved running. Her legs' structure and her superhuman strength meant that her jog could outpace the fastest normie's sprint. There was something satisfying about going so unnaturally fast - every time she did it, she got a little adrenaline rush. Her mind could tell how fast she was going. Instinctually, it seemed like tripping and falling was a huge danger. At this speed she thought she should be worried about breaking bones if she fell.
"Ow! Shit!"
As it turned out, falling wasn't going to hurt her that much. When she fell into the hole, she fell forward and slid across the ground for several feet. Her left leg and elbow were scraped up and bloody, but it was all superficial. Nothing was broken.
As she got to her feet, there was one question burning in her mind. "Why is there a huge freakin' hole here?" She got to her feet and checked herself out. In the eerie blue glow of the magic torches of the underground tunnels, she could see that her scrapes were all bloody and full of dirt. This would be really annoying to have to clean up.
Oh. Also, there were magic blue torches, and Chloe was in some sort of well lit underground tunnel system. Suddenly her own wounds seemed a little less interesting.
"I bet someone lives down here," she mumbled to herself. Or maybe it was some sort of under-construction halloween attraction. Either way, there was probably someone down here. She was going to find them, and she was going to tell them to put a wooden board or something over the goddamn entrance before she reported this bullshit to the authorities.
Which authorities would she call? Maybe a homeowner's association? She hadn't checked the gps on her phone in a little while, but she was probably still in some kind of outlying residential area.
"Ow! Shit!"
As it turned out, falling wasn't going to hurt her that much. When she fell into the hole, she fell forward and slid across the ground for several feet. Her left leg and elbow were scraped up and bloody, but it was all superficial. Nothing was broken.
As she got to her feet, there was one question burning in her mind. "Why is there a huge freakin' hole here?" She got to her feet and checked herself out. In the eerie blue glow of the magic torches of the underground tunnels, she could see that her scrapes were all bloody and full of dirt. This would be really annoying to have to clean up.
Oh. Also, there were magic blue torches, and Chloe was in some sort of well lit underground tunnel system. Suddenly her own wounds seemed a little less interesting.
"I bet someone lives down here," she mumbled to herself. Or maybe it was some sort of under-construction halloween attraction. Either way, there was probably someone down here. She was going to find them, and she was going to tell them to put a wooden board or something over the goddamn entrance before she reported this bullshit to the authorities.
Which authorities would she call? Maybe a homeowner's association? She hadn't checked the gps on her phone in a little while, but she was probably still in some kind of outlying residential area.