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- from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #820, #821.
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- trips club content, hashed out in a hurry
- >so this is hell huh?
- >my feet hurt
- >this red sucks
- >I wonder if there's any places I can go
- >I wonder what I look like, I sure don't feel human
- >Ah, a window
- >Yep, definately not human, what am I, a spider?
- >8 limbs, is that fur or needles or hair, I can't tell.
- >Definitely soft, whatever it is, damn my teeth are sharp.
- >Well, looks like nobody's gonna know who I am so I'm really anonymous now, huh.
- >What kind of name should I have, what about spideranon? That seems pretty cash yo.
- >Spideranon finally decided to take stock of his surroundings after some lizard man bumped into him and screamed some German profanities at him. The sky was red, the buildings were painted shades of red, the billboards were red, even the damn cement sidewalk was red. Only things that weren't were either yellow neon lights or the black of the street. Apparently hell had a petroleum industry, or maybe the big cheese in charge decided that asphalt was the most painful way to drive, and everything smelled of freshly poured black stuff and burning rubber.
- >Off in the distance, however, there appeared a bright green and purple light shining, so spideranon walked closer.
- >Closer he got, the bastion of color, the more he could make out the details.
- >The sign, set in a red and black (go figure) sign illuminated in ocelating purple and green spelling out "SPIDER ONLY Night Club" with no further details aside the street number atop, something something 555 blvd or something.
- >Outside, leading to the door was a massive fuck off line with a single bouncer clad in a gold penstripe suit and a silver FN-FAL. It had the engraving "Rhodesians Never Die" on it.
- >He thought, "funny, I'd laugh if this weren't hell"
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- >The line went by fast for the new spider, plenty of people got turned away, some made it in.
- >When it was spideranons time to try his luck, he walked forward to the door and heard a voice behind it say "password."
- >"Thanks doc?"
- >Close
- >Spideranon stood there thinking for a minute before he spotted the sign above the door in big gold letters "555 Satan Boulevard"
- >Nice
- >wait, that was probably it
- >"Nice trips."
- >Saying that, he heard a clunk come from the massive lead door as the bodyguard said "good job, anon."
- I can't think of where to take this from here.
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- >trips club content was made
- >it got burred in drama
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