blade swung through the air. “Die Captcha,” I screamed as I stabbed
at the fierce beast. My attempt was to no avail. The monster tore at my flesh
once again as it spoke the ever-changing language of its odious species. It taunted
me with strange symbols that it carved on my broken hands. Merciless was this
At last my
salvation came. “Hon, wake up. It is two minutes to midnight. The ball is
going to drop soon.” Goodbye dream of woe. Perhaps we shall battle
again… next year.
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