Chapter 885 - Satan

This has become a do or die situation. I'm starting to lose feeling in my fingers and toes.

It's probably too late to switch, so I'll have to continue forward.

The cycle continues, poke my finger, smear a few drops into the hole, wet my finger and then smear that too into the hole. Each time remembering to scratch a bit more dust out of the hole.

The hole has reached the point that only my middle finger can be used to dig. My fingers are refusing to bleed, so I've been stabbing my arm.

Finally, something felt different. I scratched something that wasn't sandy. I can't see what's at the end, so my only option is to expand the bottom.

A few scratch cycles later, I'm certain that it's something smooth and round.

Something different is all the motivation I need. It doesn't matter if I can't see straight, I've got a goal now.

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Normally I really dislike cursing, but what am I supposed to do with f***ing marbles. After slightly expanding the hole, a marble rolled through, and then another, and another, and another, and another...

This makes no ****ing sense whatsoever. How the **** are **** marbles constantly ***** coming in through ***** *******. ***** ***. ****.

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I think I've finally calmed down a bit. The only logical explanation would be that the other room is overfilled with marbles. However, that definitely wouldn't explain how they're constantly flowing through the slightly larger than 1 marble hole in the wall. They should be clogging the hole, but they aren't...

I'm running out of time, each decision becomes increasingly important. I don't know how long I can last.