B. You went to sign
the contract with a nearby pen, but she slapped the pen out of your hand. You
noted that she had slapped you hard enough that it burned ever so slightly.
“Anyone can sign your name with a pen.” She said with a low growl. “I need you
to sign with your DNA.” She handed you a pushpin, and you pricked your finger
and signed the contract. “Excellent.”
The
ground behind your register began to crack open, revealing hundreds of feet
below red figures dancing around a pool of lava. You found that you were firmly
locked in place despite the desire to want to leave. You fell, and shortly you
found yourself burning in eternal pain.
Even
through the flames that caked your eyes, you could see your old bland life
through the crack. You wanted to go back, but you had signed your life away.Your
new album would be titled Screaming
Head/Burning Eyeballs. It was mostly filled with music of you screaming in
agonizing pain. It did not have an ending. It continued eternally.
This begs the question. Could you sign the paper with a piece of your hair?
ReplyDeleteThis begs the question. Could you sign the paper with a piece of your hair?
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ReplyDeleteIf you spat on the paper in disgust... Did you give consent to the Devil?
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