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    There is a place you will not find in this life, that sits on a large, rolling grey hill. It is always night there, the grey fields of the grey hill were only visible by the lights coming from a large, mansion like building. As one would approach the building they could see the blinking light sign, and hear as the a band play seventies pop music and jazz. One would feel their bare feet walk across the unnaturally spotless red carpet as they entered the building, as no one who was anywhere near the building had shoes. The entrance to the building was shaped like a large, gaping human mouth, that gave the impression to those who walked through that they were about to be devoured by something far larger and powerful than they were. Through the door there was a small little room with two doors, one leading into the building, and another leading outside. In the middle of the room was a small ticket dispenser. If someone did not take a ticket, they would not know their number. And if they did not know their number, they would not be served. And if they were not served, they would fade away into nothingness.
    When someone walked through the door and into the main part of the building they would be surprised to find it was only a single, large room. The room was large, but not large enough to fit the entire size of a mansion, this is because the rooms changed around. When one room was empty it would put itself at the door, so none of the rooms would be too crowded.
    The floor of the room was a red and black checkerboard pattern. The tables were round and made of a dark wood, and the chairs were black leather, and the windows stained glass. There was various forms of entertainment in the room, anything a person could want. Pool tables, a dance floor, some card tables, dice, a bar, and of course there was the band. There was only five people in the room, three of them were unimportant, playing pool in one of the tables. The fourth person was the man at the bar, but he was hardly a man, or a woman, his eyestalks that protruded out of his suit collar were proof of that. And the fifth person was right in front of the bartender, and right next to an entire array of empty glasses and bottles.
    The three people at the pool table were unimportant, she was obsolete. She had not taken a ticket on her way in.
    The bartender simply poured her more drinks, it a miracle she was able to drink anything at all, but the straw stuffed between her lips made it possible, it was the only way possible, it was also incredibly painful to force a straw between stitched lips.
    That is when the sixth person walked in.

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    There is a place you will not find in this life, that sits on a large, rolling grey hill. It is always night there, the grey fields of the grey hill were only visible by the lights coming from a large, mansion like building. As one would approach the building they could see the blinking light sign, and hear as the a band play seventies pop music and jazz. One would feel their bare feet walk across the unnaturally spotless red carpet as they entered the building, as no one who was anywhere near the building had shoes. The entrance to the building was shaped like a large, gaping human mouth, that gave the impression to those who walked through that they were about to be devoured by something far larger and powerful than they were. Through the door there was a small little room with two doors, one leading into the building, and another leading outside. In the middle of the room was a small ticket dispenser. If someone did not take a ticket, they would not know their number. And if they did not know their number, they would not be served. And if they were not served, they would fade away into nothingness.
    When someone walked through the door and into the main part of the building they would be surprised to find it was only a single, large room. The room was large, but not large enough to fit the entire size of a mansion, this is because the rooms changed around. When one room was empty it would put itself at the door, so none of the rooms would be too crowded.
    The floor of the room was a red and black checkerboard pattern. The tables were round and made of a dark wood, and the chairs were black leather, and the windows stained glass. There was various forms of entertainment in the room, anything a person could want. Pool tables, a dance floor, some card tables, dice, a bar, and of course there was the band. There was only five people in the room, three of them were unimportant, playing pool in one of the tables. The fourth person was the man at the bar, but he was hardly a man, or a woman, his eyestalks that protruded out of his suit collar were proof of that. And the fifth person was right in front of the bartender, and right next to an entire array of empty glasses and bottles.
    The three people at the pool table were unimportant, she was obsolete. She had not taken a ticket on her way in.
    The bartender simply poured her more drinks, it a miracle she was able to drink anything at all, but the straw stuffed between her lips made it possible, it was the only way possible, it was also incredibly painful to force a straw between stitched lips.
    That is when the sixth person walked in.